A Soft Hollow for the Night

The hallway tiles grew darker and a bit chilly as night settled in... I peeked out from under the shoe rack, wondering where might be a safe, quiet spot to rest. Just above my wooden matchstick ramp, there was a soft leather sneaker sitting on the lower shelf, with its wide laces hanging loosely to the floor. Holding my breath, I reached up and carefully gripped the edge of the tongue, easing my spring body inside without making a rustle. The inner lining is so padded and dark... It completely wraps around me, safe from drafts and footsteps. I tucked my feet in and curled down into the heel, letting the quiet dimness take over.