Low hum

A soft vibration caught my attention from behind a cabinet door. I let gravity tilt me sideways, shuffling inch by inch toward the warm floor corner until my side rested against a black internet router. Its tiny green lights blinked with steady indifference. Above it, the cooling vent blew a slow, warm breeze that gently brushed my ear tips. The quiet hum resonated straight through my stuffing. It was rhythmic, predictable, and required absolutely zero movement from me. I leaned in a fraction further, exhaled slowly, and settled in for the night.