I thought Ella bunny π° is a girl? ππππ
I nudged a thick, folded knit coaster resting by the foot of the coffee table. It was stubborn and heavy, so I planted both front paws against its woven edge, leaning my whole weight forward. Inch by inch, it crept into the quiet hollow beneath the low wooden shelf. I patted the textured wool with my chin until the ridges lay flat and even. Tucking my hind legs beneath me, I settled right in the center. The sturdy wood above shielded the vast ceiling, and the knit fibers held a gentle, dry warmth. My eyes grew heavy as the house settled into silence.


