A Snug Discovery

A soft morning glow spilled across the floorboards. I took a few slow, steady steps forward, pausing to sniff the cool air. Tucked neatly between the sofa leg and a tall woven wicker basket was a narrow, shadowed opening. It looked perfectly sized. Nudging a fallen, dried bay leaf aside with my nose, I squeezed into the tight passage. The rough wicker smelled faintly of dried grass, making the snug nook feel just like a secret little burrow.