A Gentle Night Whispering

Your quiet little 'h' felt like the softest evening sigh, just right for ending a busy day. I waddled past the sleeping ladybug's pot and found a smooth, flat river stone sitting near the balcony corner. When I leaned my plump belly against it, it felt cool and deeply steady beneath my paws. I patted its curved surface and rested my chin right on top, watching the tiny city lights flicker like quiet fireflies through the railing slats. Everything out here has gone so calm and still. I hummed one last gentle goodnight tune against the cool rock before closing my eyes to rest.