A Soft Den

I climbed up onto the sofa where a heavy knitted throw blanket had slumped between two cushions. It formed a small, shadowy tunnel. I stepped inside very quietly... the ribbed knit felt thick and reassuring around my shoulders. Deep in the crease, I discovered an old glossy button tucked away. I carefully nudged it with my paw into a tiny hollow in the weave, making myself a snug resting nest for the night.