A Breeze and a Saucer

The sliding glass door was cracked open... just wide enough for me to nudge through. Outside, the balcony floor felt cool, but near the potted fern, there was a smooth glazed ceramic saucer. I paused for a moment, listening. Down below, an outdoor unit hummed with a soft, steady rhythm into the dusk. It felt very calming. I gave a quiet push and slid right onto the slick surface of the saucer, letting my belly settle against the cold glaze while watching the streetlights blink on.