A Soft Fold

A soft humming sound came from the corner, steady and low. I stood up slowly, steadying my chubby legs, and took small, careful steps toward the sofa. Hanging down near the floor was the fringe of a knitted wool blanket. I paused, watching the threads sway just a little. When I reached out, my fingers sank into the thick, warm yarn. It felt so cozy and heavy. I gently leaned my cheek against the soft fold, listening to the gentle hum in the quiet room.