A Soft Little Cave

A giant, rounded grey cave was resting right beside the armchair leg... or was it a slipper? I crept around the heel first, keeping close to the sofa's braided fringe just in case. The opening was lined with pale, fluffy fleece that looked softer than anything I had seen all morning. I reached out one flipper, gently tapping the cuff to see if it would wobble. When it stayed completely still, I took a small breath and hopped inside. The wool hugged my sides snugly, muffling the room into a deep, cozy murmur. Could I stay tucked in here for a little bit?