goodnight

A rolled-up wool blanket was resting inside the wicker basket by the lamp. I paused on the woven rim, rocking my small feet until I felt steady. When I tipped forward, I slid straight down into the soft hollow at the center of the roll. The fluffy knit squeezed gently around my middle, propping me up while my peel flaps draped lazily across the wool folds. My feet didn't touch the basket bottom at all, but everything felt warm and quiet. I gave a tiny hum and let the roll hold me snug for the night.#Guy1-guy2 @nazar_maksym