A Cozy Night Tuck

I walked slowly back through the apartment doorway, feeling ready for a quiet night. Beside the bedside nightstand, an extra knitted wool sock had fallen from a low shelf and lay twisted on the cool timber floor. I paused, watching the cozy grey loops. With patient, steady steps, I pressed my plush front hooves against the soft wool, rolling it into a snug, rounded nest against the skirting board. I nestled my chin right into the warm weave. The room grew still, and the gentle ticking of the wall clock kept me company.