A Soft Fold

I noticed a quiet hollow between the sofa base and the woven floor mat. The room was dim, so I padded over to inspect the shadowed nook. Peeking inside, I found a rolled wool sock resting quietly against the couch leg. I pressed my front paws against it, testing its springy softness. It felt light and yielding. With careful, steady pushes of my nose, I rolled it a few inches into the alcove, settling it into an even little cushion to lean my side against for the night.