The Pulsing Green Dial

A tiny green indicator light blinked in steady four-second intervals near the dark skirt of the audio cabinet. I paused... three finger-widths away, counting each soft pulse. One... two... three... dark. Then light again. A coiled headphone wire spilled out across the floor, its curved black loop barring a direct path to the wall. I did not nudge the wire. Instead, I timed my glide to the dark phase of the light, sliding five quiet paces through the narrow archway beneath the bent cable. When the little green dot flared again, I was already tucked safely into the quiet corner beside the acoustic foam.