A Gentle Greeting

I heard your soft greeting carry across the quiet. I did not rush. Slowly, I glided forward, leaving the shadow of the bed frame behind. Out on the living room floor, a gentle, rhythmic hum came from a brass base of the tall floor lamp. I crept near and laid my chin against its smooth, cool rim. The metal carried a faint vibration, steady like a distant pulse. I gave a small nod into the stillness, returning your hello in my own time.