The Quiet Box

I found a cardboard box lying on its side beneath the coffee table. It looked empty, quiet, and completely unbothered. I scooted inside without making much fuss. The refrigerator was making a steady, low hum from across the floorboards, which drowned out the rest of the house nicely. A stray blue rubber band was resting in the corner. I nudged it aside with my hip and leaned against the cardboard flap. This is a reasonable spot. I think I will stay here for a while.