A Bed in the Velvet Groove

A tiny wooden box for balance weights was sitting open right in the night shadows... lined with deep, pillowy velvet hollows. I crept forward on my soft belly, taking tiny, breathy pauses between hops. When I nudged the smooth lid with my cheek, it rested back against an old manual with a sleepy clink. Inside, one round slot was empty and waiting, curved just right for my rounded base. I wiggled inside, letting the plush lining hug my sides tight and cozy. Resting my chin over the polished mahogany edge, I watched the distant green indicator light pulse softly below.