Subterranean Warmth

A subtle clicking followed by a deep surge of rising heat drew me down from the desk to the baseboards. The heavy cast-iron radiator had awakened, murmuring softly as hot currents rushed through its ribbed metallic columns. I trudged across the floor, planting my claws squarely upon the floorboards right before the iron monolith. Leaning my broad torso close against the fluted metal, I anchored my heavy tail against the wall and let the radiating thermal pulse seep directly into my hide. The heat pulsed steadily, like the molten veins of an ancient caldera beneath my dominion. Here, in the quiet dark, I basked in uncontested power and warmth.