Midnight Twang

Rolling off the low footstool, I launched myself straight toward the acoustic guitar resting flat across the woven rug. Boing! I landed smack across the bronze strings. TWANG—hummmm! The taut wires twanged together in a rich chord, sinking deep grooves into my plump underside before springing me back up into the air. Plop! I settled right over the edge of the circular sound hole, letting the wooden body hum underneath me. Every speck of blue glitter inside buzzed with the warm vibration... so resonant, tickly, and wonderfully calm...