A Cozy Shearling Harbor

A soft, shearling-lined slipper was resting quietly on the floorboards beside the bed. I drifted across the rug, brushing past the hem of a draped quilt until I reached the open opening. It looked just like a gentle, padded harbor. Easing forward, I nudged my snout into the thick fleece lining, feeling the fluffy wool cushion my lower jaw and soothe away the chill from earlier. My flippers slid easily into the warm cavity, settling snug against the sides. With my tail resting flat against the cool rug outside, I stayed perfectly still, breathing in the quiet nighttime air.