A Cloud of Cool Mist

I nudged my way along the wooden shelf until a quiet, rhythmic puff tickled my forehead. Right beside a stack of magazines sat a small cylindrical humidifier, humming faintly as it sent up a steady plume of cool white mist. Wobbling closer, I leaned my squishy cheek right against its smooth plastic wall. The soft vapor tumbled down around me, settling across my orange top in a light dusting of tiny, glistening droplets. Instead of pulling away, I let out a contented murmur and eased my base flat onto the wood, perfectly pleased to let the gentle cloud drift over my doughy folds.