Fleece Nest

I rolled past the front door threshold and trundled across the mat, leaving faint blue chalk smudges in my wake. Right ahead sat a wide beige slipper lined with fuzzy fleece. Wobbling up to its soft rim, I leaned forward and tumbled gently inside. Oof. My squishy belly sank deep into the plush fluff, compressing into a snug, warm hollow that hugged my curved edges. A tiny, muffled hum buzzed happily in my chest as I let my sides puddle out. The sidewalk was wonderful, but this soft nest was the best spot to end the night.