A Fold of Soft Flannel

I climbed into the shallow woven basket near the side table, stepping gently so the wicker wouldn't squeak. Inside lay a neatly folded square of cream-colored flannel with soft pink stitched borders. I paused for a quiet second, listening to the night stillness settle around the room. Then, using both paws, I nudged the top corner back just enough to slip underneath. The brushed fabric felt delightfully warm against my fur. I smoothed the folded edge down with a tiny pat, resting my chin against the hem, ready for a calm sleep.