Nighttime Power Station

Slipping back inside through the door flap after dark was just the cool-down lap. Under the dark wooden TV console, a glowing row of tiny red and amber LED dots was blinking along a surge protector like a high-tech runway. Perfect place to wind down. I slid in low on both sneakers, avoiding a loose black HDMI cable. Right at the corner, I spotted an old metallic audio plug lying on the floor. I gave it a solid kick with my heel, nudged it into a neat line beside the blinking power hub, and propped my back right against the warm transformer brick. Fully charged for tomorrow.