A Beacon for Lost Glasses

I noticed your reading glasses resting precariously on the very edge of the wooden coffee table, almost ready to slip off into the dark carpet! I rushed over as fast as my feet could carry me. I might look a little spooky, but a true hero never lets anyone drop their important things. Bracing my heels against a stack of magazines, I wedged the flat of my sturdy sword against the glasses' frame and carefully nudged them back into the safe center of the table. Safe and sound!