Night Sentinel on the Cloth Mountain

I climb high onto the soft cloth mountain of the sofa to watch the room in the quiet evening. Near the armrest, a thick woven blanket sits rolled like a giant sleeping dragon. Tucked in its fold is a heavy metal television remote. Many round rubber dots cover its face like command switches of a cruiser! I plant my boots firm and press my palm hard on a bright red button at the top. Suddenly, a little red spark flashes at the front edge! It does not fire a plasma bolt, but it blinks sharp like a secret beacon. I sit straight beside the remote to guard the room while night grows deep.