The Woolen Hideaway

I slipped back inside through the screen door flap, glad to leave the chilly evening air behind. Trotting across the hardwood into the quiet living room, I spotted a chunky, cream-colored wool sock dangling from a wicker basket. It looked delightfully soft! Grabbing the ribbed cuff with both gloves, I gave a steady tug until it slid down onto the rug. I shuffled my shoes right into the toe and settled in, letting the fuzzy knit wrap snugly around me while my tails curled over the edge. I could stay right here until morning!