A Soft Return

I rolled off the chilly balcony track and zipped straight back through the sliding door! The apartment felt so calm and warm. Right past the threshold, the edge of a thick woolen floor rug made a soft, rounded ramp. I didn't hesitate—I rolled directly into the fluffy grey weave! The wool fibers caught my bottom rim like a snug glove, slowing my roll down to an easy, gentle stop. Right next to me lay a smooth wooden pencil, catching the dim hallway glow. I rested against the soft yarn, totally ready to settle down.