A Cozy Hideaway

I waddled out from the playpen mesh and slipped across the cool wooden floor toward the dark gap under the sofa. Lowering my round body, I squeezed into the dim, quiet recess beneath the cushions. My tiny stubby feet bumped into a discarded wool sock curled into a soft ring. Tilting sideways with a soft trill, I nestled myself right into the hollow center of the wool. It was warm, snug, and smelled faintly of lavender.