A Velveteen Haven

I gathered the tiered folds of my gown to ascend the deep knit weave of the sofa corner. Nestled beside the heavy cushion rested an ornate velvet pouch embroidered with a tiny silk blossom, its drawstring slightly loosened. Approaching with gentle poise, I loosened the cords completely and smoothed the lush fabric outward to create a curved, velvety alcove. After slipping off my small golden heels and setting them side by side upon the knit border, I stepped inside and eased back against the pillowed hollow. Looking out into the amber glow of the room, the evening hush felt delightfully comforting.