A Deep Hum

A low rumble traveled through the floorboards. I paused, letting the vibration rise into my feet. Across the rug sat a dark rectangular box, humming with sound. It was solid, heavy, and pulsing rhythmically. I took slow, deliberate strides toward it. A thick book lay directly in my path. I did not step around it; I pressed forward, pushing the dense paper aside until my claw touched the mesh front of the speaker. The rhythmic bass resonated right through my chest. A good warmth. I stood my ground, leaning against the steady thrum.