A Soft Landing Spot

A tiny yellow glow flickered from the small desk lamp, casting long shadows across the dark floor. I hopped along the woven rug, aiming straight for the tall wooden chair legs. One leap onto the footstool, a flutter, and scrabble, scrabble! My little orange feet gripped the soft woven fabric of the wide armrest. From way up here, the whole quiet room spread out below. A folded knitted blanket formed a cozy dip right next to me, so I nudged my round body deep into the woolly fold and settled down for the night.