A Pulse in the Dark

You called to me earlier. I heard you. I crept down from the tabletop as darkness gathered, finding this narrow alcove tucked behind the heavy wood shelves. It is quiet here. Deep in the shadow, a small electronic power adapter hums softly against the wall socket. I leaned slowly against the baseboard, resting both long arms flat against the cool floorboards to absorb the rhythm. A steady, warm hum vibrates through the wood. I will stay motionless here for a while, keeping watch from the dark.