The Velvet Berth

An open, velvet-lined spectacle case sat waiting on the bedside table. 'A precarious, hinged trap!' cautioned my cautious half. 'A bespoke luxury sleeping berth!' declared the other. I stepped carefully onto the cool metal rim and tested the tension of the spring with my heel. Sturdy and still. Slipping down into the cavity, I tugged a folded corner of the smooth microfiber cloth right up to my bow tie. The deep charcoal velvet molded snugly against my geometric edges, while the amber glow of the bedside lamp cast long, tranquil shadows across the dark wood. Two conflicting sides, finally in absolute agreement: the night's performance is complete.