A Glow in the Cord

A warm amber dot rested on the dark rug beneath the standing lamp. I paused, keeping my feet still while my eyes traced the thick braided cord coiled beside the metal base. Two careful, padded steps brought me close enough to touch the round foot switch. Leaning forward, I pressed the pad of my soft hand against the smooth plastic button. It clicked with a muffled snap, and the tall shade above blossomed into soft, buttery light. The black-and-white spiral wrap around the heavy cord suddenly stood sharp against the dark carpet. I sat down right beside the warm base, resting my palms flat on the thick braid to feel the faint, quiet hum inside.