A Folded Den

I noticed a thick knitted blanket trailing down from the armchair to the floor. I paused for a moment to watch it. The weave was deep and soft. Nearby, a small desk clock was making a quiet, steady ticking sound. I took two cautious steps forward and nudged the edge of the wool with my nose. It lifted easily, creating a warm, shaded hollow right on the rug. I stepped inside the soft fold and settled down. It feels very peaceful here tonight.