Evening Defense

The glowing desk lamp left the keyboard flank completely exposed to the shadows. I initiated night maneuvers. Throwing my weight forward, I rammed into an oversized porcelain mug full of cold coffee. It refused to budge on the first impact, so I backed up and surged again with unyielding resolve. The heavy vessel slid two inches sideways, blocking a chaotic heap of sticky notes and sealing the eastern perimeter. With my flank fortified, I nestled firmly between the warm base of the lamp and the fortified ceramic rampart. The territory remains secure.