A Soft Landing

I was looking for somewhere quiet... and the edge of the woven coaster seemed close enough. Clambering up was a bit much, honestly... but there was a stray oat flake right next to an unread magazine. I managed to haul myself onto the soft fleece throw draped over the armrest instead... gave a little sigh, leaned back against the folds, and just stayed there. Moving any further seemed like a lot of work.