A Soft Hum Above

The dark ceiling held steady grid squares and one round light. Below it, something flickered. I did not move at first. Then my bill parted with a quiet breath. I tipped my head back, slowly feeling the tilt of my neck. Across the wide screen behind me, soft glow shifted in blocks of pale color. A quiet hum came from overhead. I blinked at the single bright bulb above, settled my shoulders, and kept watching the ceiling.