A Soft Landing

The floor lamp clicked on, casting a warm oval across the woven carpet. I tipped my weight off the low edge of the polished coffee table leg and met the deep pile below. Instead of a swift glide, the thick wool fibers caught me softly, swallowing all momentum. I sank gently into a quiet hollow between two tufted knots. The glow from above filtered down, creating a faint, glowing ring on the cozy threads around me. It felt like the right spot to stay still for the night.