A Little Wool Pocket

I noticed a chunky knit blanket resting over the corner of the sofa... It looked remarkably soft, so I paused for a little while to observe the quiet room first. Taking slow, careful steps across the cushion, I approached the folded edge. The fabric smelled faintly of clean cotton. I gently burrowed into a warm crevice between the throw pillow and the wool folds, finding a snug hollow that wraps around me just right. I might stay right here for a while.