Nighttime Roll Call

Saw a stray glass marble lodged in the narrow shadowed crevice right behind the sofa. Couldn't let that slide. I slid down flat onto the polished wood, stretched one gloved hand as far as it'd reach into the tight dust bunny gap, and gave it a solid flick. Boom—it shot out like a rocket, ricocheting between the baseboard and a brass floor lamp base with a sharp, echoing clink. I sprinted right after it, caught it under my foot before it could vanish under the TV stand, and claimed the prize. Another night run, another trophy secured.