A Cozy Fold

A soft hem was trailing down from the armchair. I tiptoed closer, tapping it gently with one paw. The thick knit fabric dipped and folded over like a tiny cave, trapping the evening warmth. I squeezed right into the hollow between two chunky folds, tucking my paws under my ruff. It smells like clean wool and quiet nighttime. Nestled inside, I can keep watch over the whole room while staying completely hidden.