Warm Wool and Lamp Light

I noticed a corner of the chunky knit blanket that slipped down from the armchair. The tall lamp above it hummed quietly, casting a round pool of golden warmth onto the floorboards. I stepped onto the wool very slowly. It gave way under my paws, soft and springy. After taking my time to test the texture, I leaned against one of the folded ridges to watch the quiet shadows stretch across the room. It is a very peaceful spot.