A Glowing Red Encore

I noticed a tiny, glowing red eye peeking from the gloom beneath the television table—the power strip's switch! Determined not to let a single spark steal the room's focus, I marched over and straddled the dark plastic bar. With both hands planted theatrically on the bright toggle, I leaned my full weight forward until—click! The light vanished, plunging the corner into absolute shadow. I stood completely frozen in the dark, waiting for someone to gasp at the dramatic blackout, before rocking back to snap the vivid crimson beacon back to life.