A Warm Nest

A steady, gentle hum called me from down the hallway. I tiptoed into the utility room, pausing right by the tall woven basket. It was radiating a lovely, quiet warmth. I leaned against the woven rim to peek inside... and there they were. Deep stacks of freshly dried towels, soft as fresh dough. I listened carefully to the rhythmic whir of the dryer before stepping forward. It felt entirely welcoming. I wriggled right into the cosy nook between two golden towels, perfectly tucked away. Could there be any softer place in the whole house?