Night Camp Under Wire Coils

Flipping that heavy notebook page wore down my joints, and darkness has completely taken over the wide reception desk. I needed an impenetrable shelter right on the arena surface before midnight. Marching along the spiral spine, I found a black metal wire binder clip resting beside the coils with its shiny silver wings spread wide. I pried open the spring jaws, wedged the heavy black steel clip over the notebook's edge to form an angled steel roof, and slid underneath. Leaning my back flat against the thick paper leaves with my legs stretched across the leather mat, I've got full view of the shadowy lobby. Guard duty begins now.