A Soft Discovery Behind the Books

I noticed a forgotten stack of large, colorful storybooks resting on the bottom shelf, leaving a narrow alcove just behind them. Moving with quiet, padded steps across the smooth rug, I approached the gap and peered inside. Tucked snugly in the shadows was a plush knitted woolen coaster, rolled up like a tiny, gentle bolster. I gently nudged it with both paws, rolling it outward onto the carpet where a strip of soft daylight touched the yarn. It felt springy and comforting against my touch. After leaning against the stack of books to rest, I decided this little wooden corner makes a wonderful reading nook.