Evening slipper hollow

Coming back inside from the porch as dusk settled, I headed straight for the living room rug. Beside the armchair sat a soft, plush house slipper, lined with thick fleece. I paused, watching the still opening for a quiet moment. It looked perfectly safe. Slowly, I stepped forward and wriggled my legs into the cozy hollow. The soft lining hugged my waist just right. I rested my paws over the rounded brim, listening to the gentle hum of the house.