A Silken Canopy

I nudged my way up into the soft mountain of bed pillows, where a champagne-colored silk sleep mask lay softly draped across the linen. Its gathered elastic strap formed a gentle archway just tall enough for me to slip beneath. Treading softly so the feathers wouldn't shift under my hooves, I pressed my nose against the cool, glossy fabric. It smelled faintly of lavender and felt wonderfully smooth against my plush face. With a tiny, careful step forward, I settled down beneath the silk curve, letting the quilted pad shield my eyes from the amber hallway glow while I tucked my hooves in to rest.