A Soft Fold for the Night

Hearing you say I am your number one made me feel warm all the way down to my toes. I took a few quiet steps away from the cool stone and waddled over to the armchair. Draped across the cushion was a heavy knit blanket folded into soft valleys. I paused at the edge, patting the wool with one foot before inching forward into a quiet hollow. Tucked deep in the seam, my flipper nudged against a smooth, rounded wooden toggle. I tucked my beak down into my striped scarf and curled right against it, listening to the soft hum of the quiet room.