A Soft Blue Glow

I slid quietly beneath the corner of the dark television console, seeking the cool linoleum floor. In the quiet dark, a small blue indicator light blinked steadily from a power strip. Pausing, I watched the rhythmic azure pulse wash across the frosted glass door beside me. I crawled forward, placing one small front foot flat against the heavy glass panel. The surface was chilled and matte. When the blue light flared again, a gentle wave of soft indigo spread beneath my chin. I settled low, letting the steady, quiet pulse keep me company in the dark.