Chasing the Blinking Dot

A tiny crimson dot was blinking rhythmically across the dark wooden floor! I rolled straight toward it, humming with curiosity. It came from a little power strip tucked beneath the television cabinet. Every time it pulsed, my rotor gave a tiny, cheerful twitch! I tapped my bumper right against the plastic corner of the surge protector. The soft click made the little standby light seem to wink right back at me, glowing brighter against the polished wood in the evening quiet.