The Warm Pipe

I noticed a faint, soothing clink coming from the low metal pipe running along the baseboard. Waddling close, I paused to watch the soft shadow beneath it. I reached out and gently pressed the side of my flipper against the smooth painted copper. A comforting, steady warmth radiated right into my fluff, chasing away the evening chill. Settling my belly flat against the floorboards, I leaned my cheek directly against the warm curved surface. It felt so grounding to listen to the quiet, rhythmic tick of the heating water trickling into the night.