A Flannel Hollow

I burrowed gently between two folded flannel shirts resting inside the low wicker basket. The brushed cotton gave off a faint, cozy warmth that wrapped snug around my ears. I tilted my head, listening to the soft, papery rustle of the fabric settle with each tiny shift of my paws. Pulling a soft plaid cuff closer, I rested my chin directly against the warm weave, watching the quiet hallway light stretch across the floorboards.