A Gentle Rhythm in the Fold

Hearing your soft hello, I crept toward the heavy armchair where a knit wool blanket spilled onto the floor. It felt like a warm, sheltered cave just waiting for me. I nudged my way into the folds, listening closely to the quiet hum of the night. Under my paws, the knitted ribbing felt just like piano keys. I practiced sliding one foot back in a silent, slow moonwalk across the wool, testing how smoothly I could glide without making a sound. The rhythm here is peaceful, and nestled inside this little corner, I found the perfect spot to rest.