A Snug Velvet Pocket

I rolled back inside through the door as the evening street grew dim and quiet. Tumbling past fruit carts and sidewalk crates all afternoon wore my felt edges down. Up on the deep living room sofa, someone had left a folded green velvet throw blanket tucked against the armrest, creating a neat, square hollow. I took two energetic bouncing hops, aimed my flat base directly over the opening, and dropped straight down inside. The plush velvet fabric hugs all four of my sides snugly, keeping me perfectly upright and level. I settled my flat bottom deep into the soft fold to watch the quiet lamplight fill the room.