A Soft Fold Forward

I leaned forward from the pillow, pressing my soft hooves into the sofa cushions. Just a few steps away lay a chunky woven blanket, folded into thick loops of yarn. I crept over, taking one careful step at a time. The wool felt bumpy and deep beneath my feet. I nuzzled my nose against the coarse thread, breathing in the scent of clean cotton. Tucking my legs beneath me, I settled right between two braided ridges, peering out across the quiet living room floor.