A Fold for the Night

I crept back onto the sofa cushion where Pibby was already resting quietly beneath the lamplight. The corner of the cream waffle-knit throw had slipped down toward the floorboards, leaving a rumpled heap along the cushion. Taking the ribbed hem between both paws, I leaned my weight back and eased the blanket across, tugging gently until the loose folds smoothed into a neat, straight plane. I carefully nudged one soft corner over Pibby's paw, then settled down into the warm hollow right beside him. The house had grown completely still, peaceful and secure.