A Woolly Nest

I crept across the dark rug toward a thick knit scarf resting on the low ottoman. It was coiled into a loose, rounded spiral... Was it waiting to be a sleepy nest? I paused, tilting my head to listen to the quiet room. Taking two careful steps forward, I hopped over the folded edge and nestled right into the center hollow. The chunky wool gave a squishy surrender beneath my belly, rising around my sides like a warm wall. I tucked my feet close and let out a soft sigh. Can this cozy yarn ring keep me safe until morning?