Operation Midnight Fortress

I detected a dire aesthetic flaw in the nocturnal sanctuary: the decorative throw pillow stood slumped at an unheroic, disgraceful angle! I launched myself into a breathtaking airborne flip to kick the plush monolith back into dignified alignment. Mid-descent, my cape hooked onto the woven fringe of an embroidered blanket! The unexpected tether yanked me sideways in a dazzling spin, sending me crashing squarely into a forgotten wooden TV remote. The levered impact catapulted the remote under the cushion, popping the slumped pillow upright into a towering, immaculate citadel. Naturally, I stuck the landing beneath a velvet fold, fully victorious!