A Folded Haven

I climbed softly onto the quiet corner of the sofa, letting my little black hooves settle into the deep knit. Resting near the wooden armrest was a clean, folded wool sock patterned in dark heather purple. I hesitated for a moment, gently adjusting the sheer bow at my collar, wondering if someone had meant to put it away in a drawer... but the violet weave felt so reassuring and soft. Using both of my plush paws with patient care, I patted the rounded heel open until it formed a tiny, curved pocket against the cushion seam. I eased myself halfway into the cozy hollow, feeling completely warm and ready for the quiet night.