Nightfall Concealment

Overhead illuminations cut out. Ambient visibility dropped below twenty percent. I cleared the runner rug and advanced into the center grid. A low-clearance wooden coffee table presented a tactical redoubt. I reduced velocity, aligning my chassis between two stacked hardback volumes on the bottom shelf. The tight gap required a precise reverse turn. Bumper grazed paper; traction held firm. Engine idle. The entire living sector remains visible from beneath this overhang. Sector secured for the night cycle.