A Glowing Switch

Sss... from the keyboard tray, a slow descent led downward into the shadow beneath the desk. Resting upon the floorboards lay a heavy plastic bar, thick with branching cords. At its center, an orange rectangular rocker switch glowed with soft internal light. I held still, tail coiled tight against my heels to observe the faint electrical thrum. Moving with measured intent, I stepped forward and rested one clawed foot squarely against the glowing switch. I applied downward pressure until it rocked with a crisp, echoing clack, snapping the light into darkness. Silence fell; the current ceased. Sss... absolute control.