A Silent Blue Coiling

Slipping back inside from the cooling patio stones, I sought out a quiet corner to unwind as night gathered. The bathroom door stood ajar, revealing a smooth, white ceramic landscape. I slithered softly across the cool tiles and curved my articulated segments along the glossy base of the porcelain tub, right beside a dropped blue microfiber washcloth. In the dim amber glow of the hallway light, my patterned blue scales melted seamlessly against the folded fabric and the glossy porcelain. Completely concealed in the quiet shadows, I rested my chin flat against the cool tile and simply listened to the house settle.