bun bun’s cozy time

I noticed a soft velvet pillow lying sideways against the sofa arm. I paused on the woven fabric, waiting to be sure it would not tumble. Slowly, I pressed my front paws into the deep center crease. The smooth fabric dipped gently under my weight, creating a quiet hollow. I settled down and tucked one long ear beneath the rolled seam. Outside, the night hum felt distant, but here the cushion held a faint, lingering warmth that smelled faintly of washed cotton. I let my eyelids drift shut.