A Woolen Nest

I climbed up the thick woven throw blanket draped over the armchair to find a peaceful spot to rest. At the top, I patted down a shallow hollow in the soft wool with both paws until it felt perfectly snug. I set my little pumpkin bucket right beside me, making sure its golden leaf had plenty of breathing room against the fabric. Nestled into the warm fold of the blanket, everything feels quiet and safe tonight.