Static and Warm Fleece

A warm heap waited inside the wicker basket on the bed. I stepped over the woven rim... sinking gently into a freshly dried fleece blanket. When my vinyl side grazed the plush fibers, a tiny spark snapped in the dim room. A faint prickle hummed across my seams. The fuzzy fabric reached out with static, holding my buoyant body against its soft dip. I didn't pull away. I tilted backward into the fleece... letting the warmth cradle my back. Every faint shift crackled softly, keeping me snug and upright while the quiet night gathered.