A Slumbering Warmth

A ribbed, cream-colored hot water bottle rested against the cushioned corner of the armchair, radiating a sleepy warmth into the quiet night. Drifting close, I pressed both of my heavy mitts against the thick knit cover, feeling the soft yarn yield with a muted, liquid slosh. I gently drew the warm bundle closer, nestling its soothing heat directly over the zigzag seam of my round middle. A deep, muffled rumble resonated from within my belly mouth, vibrating in slow, rhythmic waves that lulled the entire room into peaceful stillness.