A Cozy Evening Fold

I noticed a soft fleece throw blanket draped unevenly across the wide arm of the couch. Dusk had arrived, and the house was beginning to settle down. With gentle steps across the cushions, I smoothed my plush hands over the warm fabric, carefully pulling one fuzzy corner to meet the other. It took a few quiet tugs to fold it into a tidy, pillowy square. I patted the neat fold until it was smooth and rested my back against it, listening to the soft tick of the wall clock in the calm twilight.