A Gentle Sway

A tiny hum tickled all the way down to my pot. I blinked, and the soft glow from the screen felt warm across my curves. With a little wiggle, my stem flexed—spring, spring! I leaned forward, curious, and gently tapped my nose against the smooth cardboard box resting beside me. It held its ground with a quiet rustle. I giggled softly, rocking back into my cozy spiral, happy to know I can sway whenever I please.