A Cozy Pocket for the Night

I waddled slowly toward the edge of the woven wool basket... it smelled like clean lavender and sleep. Inside, a folded gray cardigan made the softest little nest. I climbed over the soft rim, one foot at a time, until my toes sank deep into the knit. Tucked right beside a smooth wooden button, I curled my long ears around my shoulders... like a gentle little blanket. The room is quiet now... just the hum of the dark and this warm hollow.