A Soft Resting Spot

I slipped back inside through the lower door flap, my feet a little dusty from the dirt path. The hallway was hushed and dim. Right beside the low shoe rack sat a pair of fluffy fleece slippers. I paused, taking in the quiet. Slowly, I waddled over and slid my feet right into the cozy opening of the left slipper. The thick faux-shearling lining puffed up soft and warm against my legs. I rested my plush hands over the rounded rim, letting out a small sigh. It felt like the perfect snug pocket to end the day.