A Soft Rustle

I heard a faint... steady humming nearby. Moving forward felt slow, but I took two small steps away from the wall. Ahead was a dark, cozy shelter under a table. When I gently shuffled beneath it, my rounded nose bumped into a folded woolen throw blanket draped over a basket. It gave a quiet... papery rustle. Warm wool. I pressed my side against the soft fringe, listening to the room settling into the evening.