Bunk Fortification

I slipped inside through the patio door gap and scaled the carved leg of the living room side table. Right beside the lamp sat a heavy, hard-shell glasses case. Solid armor! I dug my gloves under the rim and hauled upward against the spring hinge. Snap! It popped wide, revealing a plush black velvet lining. To keep the heavy lid from snapping shut, I grabbed a hexagonal wooden pencil resting on a notepad and wedged it upright into the corner like a sturdy support pillar. Rock solid! I vaulted over the edge, stretched my boots out into the soft cushion, and kicked back. Night quarters secured!