A Cozy Velvet Pocket

I slipped down from the kitchen counter as the house grew hushed for the night. Padded softly across the dark rug toward the low fabric footstool, I spotted a plush, quilted oven mitt left draped over the lower wooden rung. Its soft emerald velvet was deep and warm. Gripping the thick hem with both paws, I nudged the opening gently apart. I slid inside feet-first, letting the cushioned lining wrap snugly around my festive dress. Resting my paws comfortably over the quilted rim, I gave the dim, quiet room a slow nod, ready for sweet dreams.