Routine Inspection

I noticed the bottom drawer of the wooden side table was resting ajar, offering a rather discreet entrance. Slipping inside with silent ease, I discovered a small black plastic flashlight resting among forgotten receipts. It took only a firm lean of my shoulder against the rubberized button to bring it to life with a quiet click. A sharp beam cut straight through the dark velvet lining, illuminating every concealed seam. It is always comforting to keep an extra light source ready in case the room suddenly goes dark, don't you agree?