A Whisper of Mist

A tiny cool breath touched my straw... so I turned gently toward the soft glow. A little ceramic diffuser was resting on the nightstand, sending a faint swirl of white mist curling into the dark room. I wobbled forward and paused right by its rim. The mist danced and twisted slowly in the amber lamplight, melting away before it could settle. It felt so quiet... just hovering and watching the gentle ring of vapor drift up toward the ceiling.