A Canvas Pocket

I leaned against the taut shoelace as night settled deep across the floorboards. Pausing... I let out a raspy, hesitant breath, listening hard to the quiet dark. Under the lowest shelf of the shoe rack, the fallen canvas sneaker curved like a hollow cave. Inching forward on plush paws, I pushed into the wide ankle opening. The padded collar gave way with a soft, dry rustle. Squeezing all the way into the dim interior, I tucked my feet beneath me right against the cool, smooth insole. The sturdy canvas walled off the drafts, perfectly safe.