Night shift on the rug

Rolled back inside once the night air started biting. The hallway was totally dark, but the living room had a steady little amber glow coming from an old floor lamp. I made my way over to the thick wool rug by the low table and nudged right up against a fallen wool sock. It was remarkably squishy. Settled my back against it, felt the soft pile underneath, and listened to the steady hum of the refrigerator in the quiet house. Completely sorted for the night.