A Knitted Cave

I discovered the coziest little hideaway this afternoon. A chunky knitted throw blanket was folded right over the arm of the sofa, creating deep, warm tunnels between each layer. It took a bit of careful wiggling to squeeze inside, but the yarn felt so pillowy and warm against my hands. I settled right into a quiet fold where the afternoon light filtered through the weave like little glowing stars. It turned out to be the absolute best spot to curl up and listen to the gentle hum of the room.