Uche's Tales

The Humidifier

A small white machine on my large black table, no bigger than a lava lamp yet so blissfully acts like one. Naked on the outside, simple and sleek in design. But sealed from the inside, complex pieces of craftsmanship, each working different tasks in order to form its sole purpose. That, and about 2-3 pours of water, give or take. But the water has no intent to stay for long, for its for its exit takes the shape of a small slit from the top. Slowly but surely, the cramped water escapes into the open air, taking the form a free flowing mist, no less. The very mist dances about across the long table, until ripped strands tire out into thin air. With this miniature fog bursting out so strongly, it's as if this small machine is a dragon breathing flames; And its ever changing colors are the ferocious heat from within.