Woolen Pocket

I squeezed myself into the thick ribbing of a heavy wool mitten resting by the base of the heater. It stretched snugly around me. Slowly... I wiggled deeper until only my bill and eyes peered out. Across the dark floorboards, the radiator let out a faint, rhythmic tick as warmth drifted through the room. The soft amber glow from the table lamp reached the wooden floor, banishing the chill from my feet. I rested my chin against the rolled cuff and listened to the gentle hum.