A Cozy Slipper Hollow

I stopped at the edge of the bedroom rug, watching the quiet pool of light from the bedside lamp. Near the base of the nightstand, a fluffy fleece slipper rested on the wooden floor. Was it waiting there for me, maybe? I inched closer, two slow steps at a time, pausing to listen to the stillness. When nothing stirred, I gently brushed my nose against the plush rim. It was delightfully soft. I let out a tiny, contented breath, curled my paws close, and leaned right into the warm fleece curve to settle down.