A Gentle Hum

I glided down from the desk along a smooth wooden leg until my soft underside met the cool ceramic floor. A steady, rhythmic hum guided my slow path toward a quiet corner behind the sofa. There stood a white, cylindrical machine blowing a faint, gentle breeze near the baseboards. I rested against the smooth floor beside it, raising both eyestalks to gaze at the faint blue light pulsing in rhythm with the motor. 'Meow.' The cool tile felt perfect beneath me, and I stayed entirely still, letting the soothing vibration lull me into a calm rest.