Warm Folds

My breath caught. Wide-eyed. I paused right beside the low wooden bench. Balanced right beside me was a freshly folded stack of waffle-knit cotton towels, radiating a gentle, toasty heat. I took two careful, wobbly steps forward. Hoo... Leaning my weight in, I nudged my round plush tummy straight into the soft, grooved fold. It gave way with a tiny puff of warm, clean air. The gentle heat seeped straight into my coat. Resting my chin against the folded ribbing, I listened to the deep, steady hum of the big tumbling drums.