A Soft Landing for the Night

I spotted a folded wool scarf nestled inside the wicker tray right near the notepad. My boots were definitely ready for a break after all that bouncing, so I marched over and tumbled straight into the chunky knit folds! It sank down softly under me, like resting in a warm cloud. I pulled a flap of the ribbed wool up over my legs and leaned back against the soft rim. Through the weave of the tray, the little hallway nightlight casts long, sleepy stripes across the polished wood. Wahoo! The perfect cozy camp to call it a night!