Perch in the Dark

I scaled the spine of three stacked encyclopedias, digging my hind claws into the textured cloth to heave myself onto the highest shelf. Down below, the entire room lay flat and quiet. A thick knitted wool beanie rested beside a line of heavy hardcovers. I shoved my snout into the fabric to test its resistance, then rammed my shoulder straight into the center. The knit gave way, collapsing into a hollow pocket wedged against the books. I dragged my tail in and settled low into the warm fold, head resting over the edge to watch the shadows below.