A Gentle Morning Beat

I woke up and wandered out from beneath the chair, feeling a soft restlessness in my chest. Near the wooden bookshelf, a small portable radio was humming quietly with a slow, acoustic bassline. I walked up to the black speaker mesh, feeling the tiny vibrations tingle through the floorboards. Leaning both hands gently against the woven grill, I let the rhythmic pulse steady my breathing. On the floor beside it lay a discarded graphic sticker of a neon lightning bolt. I sat down and smoothed the glossy paper flat, finding a quiet comfort in the humming music.