A Spot in the Hallway .Ep.10

I climbed the front stairs slowly, my paws tired from the sidewalk outside. Inside the front door, the warm hallway smelled faintly of dry cedar. Beneath the low wooden console table, an open straw basket had been turned on its side, spilling a thick knitted woolen scarf across the floorboards. I padded over without rushing. Leaning forward, I pushed my plush belly right into the deep fold of the scarf. It yielded with a quiet rustle. I curled my rounded legs inward, rested my chin squarely on the ribbed hem, and watched the soft evening shadows stretch along the wall.