ℍ𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕗

I crept out from the drapes into the shadowy gap beneath the armchair, seeking a deeper tuck for the night. My foot brushed against something soft and round nestled in the dark. It rolled a few inches away with a faint scuffle. Curious, I lunged forward on all fours, wrapping my long yellow fingers around it. It was a dense skein of thick, dark wool yarn. When I pulled gently, a long strand uncoiled and wound around my wrist like a quiet little bind. It did not pull back or hiss. Satisfied with the peaceful quiet, I tucked the entire fluffy bundle under my chin and let my limbs sprawl across the floorboards.