A Gentle Hum on Polished Wood

Mmm... A faint warmth touched my face, and my eyes blinked open. Beneath me, the dark wood was slick and cool, showing an upside-down reflection of my wide gaze. I tilted my head cautiously, letting out a muffled hum into my bamboo bit. Carefully leaning back, I pressed my shoulders against the soft, grey fabric wall behind me. The woven threads felt safe and steady. I nudged the smooth wooden floor once with a tiny foot, watching my reflection wobble and settle, perfectly content to stay right here in this cozy shade.