Night Hangar Landing

The overhead lamps went dark, but the soft golden circle of the floor lamp stayed on! I taxied off the hard floor and rolled straight onto the low sofa skirt. My wheels sank into the soft corduroy ridges, but forward throttle carried me up. Right beside a thick knitted blanket folded like an aircraft hangar, I banked into a cozy landing slot! The gentle warm updraft rising from the lampshade warms my wings. All engines idling now, watching the quiet shadows settle across the wide room.