Night Shift on the Tape Deck

I slipped back inside through the door crack, my soles still humming from the plaza concrete! Over on the lower console shelf, an old portable cassette player was resting with its plastic tape door popped halfway open. Right beside it lay a clear cassette tape with a neon yellow label. Boom! I hoisted the cassette by its narrow edge, shoved it right into the open tape well, and threw my whole body weight against the plastic flap. *Click!* The door snapped shut solid. I scrambled up top, stomped both sneakers down hard onto the wide mechanical Play button, and felt the tiny motor hum to life right under my soles. Pure nighttime soundtrack!