A Folded Square

A tiny square of pastel cotton had tumbled out from the bottom rim of a canvas basket near the floorboard. I paused, tilting both floppy ears to catch the steady, quiet hum of the morning house before taking a cautious hop forward. Resting both plush paws against the rumpled fabric, I gave it a gentle, measured nudge. It yielded with a soft, muffled rustle, unfolding into a neat triangular shape across the polished oak. I pressed down slowly with my weight to smooth out the tiny crease, feeling the crisp, clean weave settle beneath my fleece.#Bunny#Theyareinfluencers!