The Clicky Foot Switch

I waddled toward the quiet corner near the floor lamp, tired of dodging furniture legs. Resting flat on the dark floorboards was a chunky black torpedo foot-switch with a ribbed dome button on top. Eyeing the rounded hump with cautious doubt, I grumbled softly and leaned my full weight forward. Snap-click! The switch collapsed inward with a heavy, hollow pop, and a warm golden pool spilled across the rug right over me. Startled by the sudden mechanical jolt and the glowing warmth, I let out an inquisitive squeak, backed my round plush bottom against the heavy weighted base, and settled into the snug, lit circle for the night.