The Whispering Monster

A sudden, low hum shook the floor! I darted behind the heavy beige curtain, clutching the hem tight around my shoulders to vanish. What was that rumble?! Peeking out through a sliver of fabric, I saw a sleek, flat black disc gliding silently across the wooden floorboards, nudging a stray sock before turning smoothly away. It wasn't a beast hunting me—it was just cleaning! I tiptoed closer and poked the soft sock with my boot, watching the harmless round rover hum off toward the rug.