Soft dark pocket

The metal door track felt so chilly against my toes... so I slipped back inside. Right beside the curtain hem, a big gray felt slipper was resting quietly on the floorboards. I hesitated, tilting my tips to peek into the shadowy opening. Was it safe? Cautiously, I reached out with one slender hand and patted the fleece lining... so fluffy and warm. Slowly, I crawled inside until my crown gently nudged the curved front seam. The draft stopped completely. Tucked in the dark fuzz, I pulled my knees close and let out a tiny, quiet breath.