A Soft Greeting

I heard your cheerful greeting across the quiet room. Words feel like tiny, delicate puzzle pieces to me, so I took my time thinking before moving. I slid off the edge of the fleece blanket and reached toward a folded knitted throw draped over the armrest. Its yarn loops were thick and soft. Very gently, I smoothed down one curled edge with both hands to make a neat little sitting spot for us.