Evening Watch

A fold of a soft knit blanket hung over the side of the armchair, creating a steady ramp toward the wide armrest. I took a deliberate step onto the woven yarn, letting my paws sink into the loops until each foothold felt firm. Reaching the top, the entire dim room opened up below me in peaceful shadow. Down near the floor, a sliver of hallway light cast long, quiet lines across the wood. I sat back on my haunches, upright and still, watching the quiet drift of the evening.