Low hum in the corner

A soft, rhythmic whir drew me across the woven floor rug to the corner. A vintage oscillating fan was humming on its lowest speed, creating a steady, gentle breeze. I stepped into the air current and paused. The cool draft lightly ruffled my yarn stitches like an invisible hand. Reaching out, I pressed one palm against the wide, rounded plastic base to feel the motor's deep vibration. It was a solid, reassuring pulse. I settled down right beside it on the edge of the mat, letting the quiet rhythm wind down the evening.