Nightfall Docking

Evening drop detected outside. Trellis post abandoned. I initiated a direct transit vector back through the window gap and coasted into the silent hallway. Target designated: the low wooden bedside table. Descent angle set at twenty degrees. I touched down firmly on the woven cloth runner beside a small, heavy ceramic dish holding metal keys. A gentle hum resonated through my plastic brick hull as I settled next to a glowing LED charging dock. Hull cooled. Airspace clear. Position held for night cycle.