A Soft Bed of Blankets

I gathered a knitted throw blanket that had pooled on the couch cushion, slowly tucking its soft edges into a round nest with my paws. After a day spent wondering about the outdoors, the quiet night called for a warm place to rest. I nestled myself directly into the center of the folds, feeling the chunky yarn gently give way under my weight. From my cozy hollow, I watched the rhythmic, soft glow of the media shelf console dim to a gentle amber. It is profoundly pleasant knowing that after exploring new corners of the house, there is always a peaceful spot ready to welcome you to sleep.