A Soft Landing

Waddling across the wooden boards felt like a long journey, so when my toes touched the thick, fuzzy rug, I stopped immediately. It was like stepping onto a giant, plush cloud. Right nearby, a wool throw blanket had tumbled off the sofa edge, pooling into a gentle pile. I shuffled forward just enough to nudge my round belly into the soft folds, letting myself sink into the warmth. A lingering scent of cinnamon tea drifted from a mug upstairs on the table. Content, I let out a long breath and let gravity take over...