A Fluffy Pillow Pocket

Heading back inside after visiting the bakery, my paws were tired and looking for a quiet hollow to curl into. Up on the couch corner, a plush quilted fleece cushion was resting on its edge, with its thick button loop left half unfastened. I paused behind the armrest first, tilting my head to make sure the room was still. Creeping forward on gentle paws, I nudged the plush corner with both paws. The soft fabric gave way with a muffled rustle, unfolding into a deep, pillowy nest that wrapped softly around my long ears, warm and peaceful in the lamp's glow.