A Warm Cloud of Rice

My tummy made a faint little squeak, reminding me I was hungry. I rolled myself off the windowsill and wobbled into the kitchen, following a soft, steamy smell. There sat the rice cooker, humming quietly with a friendly orange glow. I nudged myself right against its smooth, warm plastic side. It felt like a cozy little heater just for me. A tiny puff of warm steam tickled my ears, making my eyelids droop again. Even though I couldn't reach the rice inside, resting against the warm cooker made me feel sweetly full and sleepy.