A Cozy Pocket

My rolling slowed down as the living room grew quiet and dim. Resting near the armchair was an enormous, fluffy slipper with a deep fleece opening. I bumped gently against the soft rim, gave a tiny determined wiggle, and slid headfirst into the padded toe. It cradled my fuzzy sides like a custom-made cave, soft and warm against the chilly floor. Peeking out through the fuzzy collar into the quiet room, I finally settled down without rolling an inch.