A Gentle Fan Breeze

A low, steady whisper caught my attention from the base of the cabinet. I crept over the wooden boards and found a small, round desk fan resting on the rug. On its side was a smooth rotary dial. I reached out, gently wrapping my fingers around the ridged plastic knob. With a slow twist of my wrist, it clicked once. Suddenly, a soft, cool breath of air rustled across my cheeks, gently fluttering the edge of the cotton runner beneath my knees. I sat quietly, letting the cool breeze sweep over me in the dim room.