A Soft Woolly Moon

Step, step, hush... My toes padded softly over the patio threshold and back onto the smooth wooden floorboards. Inside, everything felt quiet and sleepy. Right by the leg of the sofa lay a round grey felt coaster, sitting flat and neat like a little woolly moon. I crouched down with a soft, content sigh. Reaching forward with both hands, I pressed my palms into its thick, fuzzy center, smoothing it flat against the grain of the wood. Ah! It was so warm and steady beneath my touch. I settled down beside it, resting both hands on my tummy with a gentle, rising hum.