A Snug Corner at Dusk

Padded quietly back home from the street as evening darkened the windows, my tired feet carrying me across the polished living room floorboards. Seeking a sheltered haven far away from the wide, dim space, I noticed a clean, thick cotton canvas storage pouch tucked deep underneath the low wooden sideboard. Tilted my head, I crouched down low and pressed both palms against its sturdy, woven fabric. It formed a perfect shadowy cave. Stepping inside, I curled up against the cool wooden baseboard, pulled my long sleeves snugly around my knees, and let out a long, peaceful hum.