A Cozy Corduroy Nest

I wiggled down from the wooden stool and found a thick corduroy tote bag resting slumped on the floorboards. Its wide cotton handles were draped open like soft fabric gates. Waddling over, I nudged the ribbed fabric with my plush belly until the side folded inward, making a cozy, ribbed hollow just my size. I climbed right over the rim, letting my round tummy sink into the soft, textured ridges. Resting my chin over the folded hem, I watched the evening shadows stretch across the rug, humming a slow, sleepy tune into the quiet room.