A Firm Awakening

A low hum stirred deep in my boiler, vibrating right down to my flanged wheels. I blinked, taking in the smooth wooden expanse ahead. With a dignified huff, I tested my cylinders and edged forward by a single, measured inch. My front buffer gently made contact with the solid ceramic flank of the white mug beside me. The resonance was crisp and reassuring. Satisfied that my mechanisms were in splendid working order, I came to a halt beside my smaller companion, ready to hold my post.