A Bed of Fluff

A soft rustling pulled me toward the wicker basket by the sofa. I paused near the woven rim, peeking down into the dim shadows first. Inside lay a forgotten wool knit mitten, soft and pale blue. I climbed over the edge, feeling the braided fibers bend under my feet. The mitten folded easily when I nudged its thumb with my nose. I burrowed gently into its warm crease, tucking my paws in close. The room was completely quiet, and the wool felt just right for the night. #Dogcatmousefriends #Littlemousefiffi @amigorumisumi_710