A Soft Fold for the Night

I noticed the room had grown deep and still, with only the amber glow of the night lamp touching the lower shelf. Resting flat upon the floorboards was a thick wool swatch, folded into a gentle crescent. I stood quietly for several breaths, letting my eyes adjust to the shadows. Moving forward with soft, measured steps, I nudged the plush corner upward with both paws until a warm pocket hollowed out between the weave. I slipped inside and leaned back against the dark wood baseboard. The coarse wool wrapped snugly around my toes, keeping away the cool nighttime draft.