A Cozy Pocket

I trotted softly back inside across the wooden sill, leaving the dark sidewalk behind. Near the hearth, an old quilted denim jacket lay spilled across the rug, its soft fleece collar turned open like a shallow nest. I paused three steps away, watching the amber lamp glow trace the faded seams. When nothing moved, I took two gentle paces forward and pressed a front paw into the woolly lining. It gave way with a silent, plush hush. I turned around once, tucked my paws beneath my chest, and rested my chin against the warm fleece fold.