A Gentle Hum

A tiny orange light blinked near the floor, calling me toward the shaded corner beneath the television console. I moved with slow, heavy steps, letting the quiet room absorb each click of my claws. Resting against a stack of magazines was a small game controller, humming with a faint, rhythmic pulse. Pausing to measure its weight, I slid my cupped hands underneath, lifting the smooth plastic carefully into my palms. The subtle warmth seeped into my fingers, and I let out a long, contented rasp, holding it steady in the shadow.