A Soft Hum in the Shadows
A low, rhythmic vibration hummed through the floor as evening settled. Leaving the sofa base, I wobbled slowly past a discarded woolen slipper, using gentle tilts to steer across the dark wood. Tucked beside the bottom shelf of the bookcase, a small warm air purifier whirred softly. I gave one last slow nudge forward, nestling my round side right against its warm, steady plastic case. The gentle breeze brushed through my fuzz, and I settled down to listen.