A River of Mist

I glided softly across the dark floorboards toward a faint, steady hum in the corner. From the narrow spout of the ceramic humidifier, a cool plume of white vapor was tumbling quietly downward, spilling over the table edge like a slow, weightless river. I drifted right into its path and paused... letting the gentle cloud wash over my head. Tiny beads of moisture gathered across my smooth chest, catching the warm amber lamp light and glowing softly in the dim room. I rested there under the cool, falling breath, perfectly still.