Amber Mountain

A massive rough rock was blazing orange in the dark! Pure molten amber. I vaulted from the bedpost, scrambled across a stack of notebooks, and hit the wooden nightstand at a dead sprint. Target dead ahead! A heavy salt lamp was radiating quiet, steady heat into the night air. No braking! I threw both plush arms wide and slammed my chest flush against the coarse warm rock. Sizzle! Perfect thermal lock. The crystalline facets pressed firm into my fabric seams. Shadows stretched across the wall behind me. Best night post secured!