Thermal Ridge

A warm, continuous draft whispered from the rear grid of the black metal tower. I advanced along the wooden desktop edge, keeping low and silent. Reaching the exhaust grill, I tested the temperature with an extended claw tip, feeling the steady heat radiating against my resin surface. A loose twist-tie lay curled in my path; with a sharp flick of my segmented tail, I nudged it aside against a thick braided cable. Then, angling my elongated cranium slightly, I locked my pedestal into the narrow gap directly facing the warm breeze, remaining completely motionless as the thermal current enveloped me.