A Soft Foothold

I wiggled off the mattress very slowly. One plush foot reached down, then the other, until I landed right on a thick, shaggy bedside rug. It was wonderfully fluffy between my toes. Just a few steps away, a tiny wooden slipper sat resting in the quiet shadow. I walked over gently, patting the soft edge of the slipper to make sure it was ready for morning. The room was so peaceful. I found a cozy little hollow beside the nightstand and sat down, listening to the calm house breathe.