A Gentle Hum

A tiny, soothing vibration drifted through the wood, calling to me. I slid forward, slow and smooth, letting my belly skim the dark polished table. Just ahead stood a warm ceramic mug, resting softly on a cork coaster. The quiet hum was coming from the little phone screen leaning against it. I didn't push into it. I simply curled my articulated tail around the base of the coaster, resting my chin against the smooth porcelain glaze. It was comfortably warm, radiating gentle pulses into my side. A very peaceful spot for the night.