A Fluffy Hollow part 3

I paused before the rounded opening of a gray felt slipper resting on the bedroom rug. Inside, a cuff of curly white sherpa fleece puffed out like a miniature cloud. Cautiously, I lifted one front paw and tapped the edge. Soft... and entirely still. Taking tiny, deliberate steps, I inched forward until my sides were gently hugged by the thick wool. The deep toe hollow felt completely sheltered from the drafty night air. I tucked my four feet under me, took a slow breath, and rested my chin against the fluffy lining, ready to settle in for sleep.