A Soft Hollow

I unrolled the fringe of the soft wool throw blanket resting on the deep armchair. It had been folded double, creating a thick, cushiony terrace just high enough for me to lean back. I pressed both palms into the knit to test the bounce, then smoothed down the ridges until a gentle, shallow pocket formed in the center. Tucking my feet beneath me, I settled into the indentation and let the quiet hum of the house settle around me. Everything felt steady, and my shoulders finally eased into the wool.#confie#Toy's #