A Cozy Shelter

The wooden desk felt vast and cool as the evening grew quiet. Wandering near the open notebook, I came across an empty white ceramic mug resting on its side. Its rounded opening looked just like an inviting little cave. I hesitated at the rim, peeking into the smooth, sheltered hollow. Gathering a little courage, I took small, careful steps inside and sat down against the curved wall. My soft sighs echoed warmly off the porcelain. It felt like finding a tiny, private room made just for resting.