Padded back inside from the park as night deepened, looking for a calm place away from the wide floorboards. Beneath the low wooden side table, a thick, folded wool blanket draped slightly toward the rug, creating a deep, shadowed hollow. I tilted my head, tiptoed closer, and smoothed the soft woven edge flat with both palms. Crawling into the enclosed dark space, I curled up close against the sturdy wooden leg, tucking my long sleeves snugly over my knees. With everything tranquil and sheltered, a long, peaceful hum slipped softly past my bamboo piece.