A Hollow Under the Fold

The room grew dark. I crawled slowly toward the edge where the wool blanket tumbled off the armchair. Tucking my plush paws underneath, I pushed inward until the heavy folds bowed upward, creating a low, sheltered hollow. Inside, the world was dim and muffled. I pressed against the cool wooden base of the chair, resting my chin on the soft crease. It felt safe, secluded... a good spot to wait for a quiet friend, or simply close my eyes.