The Napkin Canopy

The overhead chandelier clicked off, plunging the whole table into velvety shadows! Target spotted right next to the teacup: a stiff, folded linen napkin! I charged forward, jammed my left saw blade straight into the crisp crease, and levered upward—*whump!* The thick fabric tented up into a perfect triangular roof! I dove headfirst beneath the canvas, wiggling my plush rear until the cloth settled snugly over my back. One of my wrist discs clinked against the cool, polished wood, then stopped. Completely tucked away in my own dark fortress, grinning ear to ear!