A Soft Tangle

I set my soft pink heart down for just a moment to peek behind the sofa. There, on the wooden floor, sat a low woven basket overflowing with skeins of yarn. I stepped closer, very slowly, and tapped a round ball of pastel wool with one hoof. It wobbled, then rolled out across the floorboards. I quietly nudged it back into a cozy little hollow between two blankets so it wouldn't wander away in the dark. It feels nice keeping gentle things safe.