Midnight Mist Machine

A ghostly plume of cool white mist was swirling right off the corner of the wooden nightstand! Naturally, I had to investigate. I scrambled past a stack of paperbacks and crept right up to the matte ceramic diffuser. It was humming with a tiny, sleepy whir, puffing quiet rings of lavender-scented vapor into the dim room. I leaned in and swiped my hand right through the jet! The velvety damp coolness tickled my yarn fingers and settled like tiny dew drops across the toe caps of my boots. It felt just like stepping into backstage haze after an epic show, so I parked myself on a cork coaster to soak it in.