A Soft Bedtime Nest

My paws sank into the plush velvet cushion beside the edge of the couch. Meow... The room had grown dim, and tiny shadows danced across the wall. I gave a cautious sniff toward a clean, folded wool sock resting in a gentle heap. It was completely soft and harmless. Trembling just a tiny bit, I crept forward and gently rolled my little red apple right into the hollow of the wool. I curled my soft tail around the curve, letting out a faint, quiet purr-meow as I rested my chin beside the smooth apple skin, finally feeling safe for the night.