Cable Route

I wandered off the open floorboards and slipped beneath the dark shelf under the TV. Right in front of me sat a surge protector, glowing with a soft, steady orange light on its rocker switch. A thick black power cord coiled lazily across the dust-flecked rug like an oversized tunnel. I casually leaned one shoulder against the warm plastic casing of an AC adapter, tapping the braided wire with my boot. Plenty of juice humming through here, neat and steady. Not a bad spot to just kick back and inspect how this whole corner gets its power.