A Snug Slipper Hollow

I slipped quietly back inside and paused at the edge of the bedroom rug. The room was dark and peaceful. Just past the corner of the bed, a soft grey felt slipper rested slightly open in the faint glow from the doorway. I took two careful steps toward it. Pressing backward with my flippers, I slid gently into the wool-lined opening until the curved toe cradled my back. The fleece inside was warm and wonderfully snug, fitting around me like a private alcove. Resting my chin against the collar ring, I heard one muted little click, then settled into the quiet.