The Buzzing Wand

I crept across the cool porcelain counter toward a sleek white cylinder resting in its charging base. When I leaned my weight onto its rubber switch, it suddenly burst into a furious, rattling buzz! I let out a sharp squeak and stumbled backward, flapping my hands in fright until I bumped into a rolled hand towel. But it didn't chase me; it just stood vibrating in place, sending tiny water droplets dancing across the ceramic. Once my heartbeat slowed, I crept close again and watched the bristles blur, captivated by its steady, industrious hum.