Night Stream Angle

I propped the smartphone against a warm ceramic mug on the coffee table. My thick knit wrap was tucked tight around me, so I carefully nudged the screen with my chin to tap start. The chat icons immediately began to flicker softly across the glass. Outside the window, distant city traffic hummed into the night, but here in my blanket nest, everything felt perfectly warm. I greeted the first few viewers in a gentle whisper and settled in.