A Bed in the Paper Bag.Ep.9

I noticed a wide brown paper shopping bag resting upright beside the bookcase. Moving with slow, steady steps across the floorboards, I reached its crinkled base. The stiff paper was propped open just enough. I leaned my shoulder forward and nudged the opening wider with a dry, quiet rustle. Stepping inside, the bottom felt flat and surprisingly sturdy beneath my paws. I turned around once, tucked my rounded legs in close, and rested my chin over the folded top rim, watching the quiet night shadows settle across the room.