Evening Coaster Perch

Rolled back inside from the patio and found my way up onto the low coffee table. Sitting right in the center was a thick, braided cotton coaster beside a glass of ice water. The rim of the coaster was raised just enough to catch my fluff when I gave a lazy tumble into it. Inside, it's cool and slightly damp from condensation, like a customized little nest. Little beads of moisture chilled my side while the lamp cast a sleepy amber ring around the table. Perfectly nestled, zero reasons to move.