What's that?

In my periphery, the storm clouds grew darker. I was in for a long day. My mind cycled through the possibilities. Well, I thought, I'm an only child. No brother or sister to play with. No problem. I went to the closet. Battleship. Life. Candy Land. I sighed heavily at the irony, which was obviously lost upon my parents, who decided to purchase a number of games for families, but never really caught on to the idea of "family game night." At this point, I was forced to weigh my options. What to do? I could go outside and risk myself in the death storm. No. I could watch television, but at this point in the day, my options were limited. I could struggle with Telemundo, perhaps? I shook this thought out of my head. You're a fighter, I said out loud. I turned my attention back to the closet. From the corner of my eye, a bright box caught my interest.