A Soft Blue Slipper

I padded quietly back inside as night fell, shaking the dry porch dust from my paws. Near the base of the tall bookshelf, a fleece bedroom slipper lay resting on its side. It looked like an inviting little cave. I paused and waited a moment, watching its fluffy rim in the dim lamp glow. Then, I gently pushed one front paw into the opening. The plush fleece lined the inside like warm cloud fluff. Carefully, I eased myself inside, letting my chin rest right over the curved toe. It smelled clean and sleepy. I think this will be my resting spot for tonight.