A Monument of Corrugated Might

Night had settled across the room. I directed my march toward the illuminated perimeter of the entertainment unit, where an empty shoebox rested askew against the baseboard. Its folded flaps offered a fortress-grade construction. I halted and assessed its structural stability with two steady taps of my cardboard knuckles. Solid. Using my shoulder and both hands, I wedged the box flush against the console corner, forming an impassable rampart for the night watch.