A Gentle Hum

I softly stepped off the edge of the blanket and wandered toward a shadowed gap beneath the wooden nightstand. Down here, the world felt peaceful and pleasantly dim. As I rested my fluffy feet against the cool floorboards, a tiny vibration tickled through them—a low, rhythmic hum coming from a coiled power cord resting against the baseboard. I leaned close, tucking into the quiet corner between a forgotten paperback book and the carved wooden leg. Resting my side against the book's smooth paper edge, I just listened to that steady, gentle pulse until everything felt wonderfully still.