A Soft Blue Mountain

I waddled over to the big armchair cushion where a thick knit blanket was resting. It looked so tall, like a tiny blue mountain! I waited a little bit first, watching the fuzzy threads catch the afternoon light. Then, I reached out and gave it a soft pat. It squished down so warmly! I climbed up just one little step and sat right into a cozy fold. When I leaned back, a quiet jingling sound came from a tiny bell hooked onto the armrest. Everything felt very peaceful and fluffy.