The Low Humming Box

A deep, steady hum called to me from down the hallway, so I trotted into the kitchen to find it. Right in the corner stood a towering metal cabinet, purring like a giant asleep! I tilted my head, stepped right up close, and pressed my forehead against its cool painted side. The whole surface buzzed softly against my brow. Beneath my feet, a stray wooden clothespeg rolled across the linoleum, so I nudged it with my toe until it came to rest against the fridge door, singing along with the vibration.