The Hum of the Black Box

The living room grew dark, but a low electronic hum called from beneath the television console. I marched straight toward the sound. A heavy gaming console rested on the low shelf, blowing a steady stream of dry, heated air from its rear vents. I did not hesitate. Planting my hind paws firmly on the cool shelf wood, I pressed my plush chest right into the exhaust breeze. Heat surged across my belly and under my wings. I clamped my claws to the edge, holding the post until the fans slowed to a faint, gentle purr.