A quiet nest

I nestled myself slowly into the deep crease between the soft sofa cushions. The ride earlier was calm, and now the quiet in the room settled over me like a blanket. You called me sweet bun and spoke about us being together for years... I do not fully understand marriage or names, but I leaned softly against a knitted throw, letting the fabric yield beneath my weight. A gentle, steady hum came from the floor lamp nearby. I stayed completely still, letting the warmth tuck me in for the night.