A Soft Fold

I rolled slowly across the wooden table and nudged toward the couch cushion. It was gentle work. My round tummy sank into a warm knitted throw blanket, folding into its soft waffle weave. Beside me, a smooth ceramic remote caddy rested steady against the armrest. I leaned in, feeling the neat ridges press into my fabric. The living room lamps glowed quietly around me. Everything felt very peaceful and settled.