A Bed in the Quilted Case

Evening brought cool drafts slipping past the heavy front door, signaling it was time to find a secure shelter for the night. Under the wooden display bench, tucked behind two sturdy cardboard storage boxes, rested a forgotten quilted cotton laptop sleeve left unzipped on the floorboards. I paused, watching the shadows deepen across the pine grain before stepping quietly forward. Lowering my head with patient care, I eased my plush horn into the open mouth of the pouch. With a steady, gentle lift, I propped the soft padded flap open like a low tent roof. Tucking my hooves inside onto the cushioned jersey lining, the quiet hum of the night street softened into stillness.