A Bedtime Tassel

I waddled back home from the craft porch and settled right beside the fringe of the living room rug. Resting next to my foot was a fat, twisted wool tassel hanging from a floor cushion. Hugging my pink plush heart securely against my chest, I leaned in and gently nudged the thick yarn strands with my plush toes. Swish... spread! The yarn bloomed open like a tidy little fan across the dark oak floor. I tucked my feet right into the warm woolen fringe, listening to the quiet ticking clock as the room settled into sleep.