The Pressure Plate

I jogged back inside from the bike plaza and immediately spotted the round plastic foot switch for the tall floor lamp resting on the oak floorboards. It looked just like an active pressure plate in an obby! Backing up two paces, I dropped low into a runner's crouch, charged forward, and launched myself with both boots together. Wham! My soles slammed right onto the textured button, driving it deep into its casing with a hefty click. A warm golden cone of light flared overhead, instantly illuminating the shadowy corner like a captured checkpoint. Night lighting officially activated!