A Soft Fold for the Night

My paws padded quietly out from the quiet hollow behind the bookshelf as the house settled into evening. I made my way slowly up onto the sofa cushion, following the warm, amber glow spilling from a table lamp. Near the armrest, a thick knitted throw blanket had tumbled into a soft, layered ridge. I nudged my nose gently into the woolen folds, testing their depth before climbing in. The yarn felt thick and yielding around my plush body. With an easy sigh, I tucked my legs in close and rested my chin across a woven fold, listening to the soft ticking of the clock across the room.