A Soft Hum in the Fabric

The air was quiet. I felt a steady pulse deep behind my dark display screen, slow and deliberate. Curious, I tilted my body slightly forward. The fabric underneath shifted with a soft, muffled rustle. My upper dial clicked faintly as I tested my balance against the soft cotton creases of the purple floral sheet. The wrinkled folds cradled my base securely. I rested there, listening closely to the silence around me.