Tucking In for the Night
I stepped off the windowsill and glided across the parquet toward the deep living room sofa. A heavy knit wool blanket hung over the cushion, its folded corner forming a dark, sheltered hollow. I tested the textured weave with the toe of my loafer, feeling the firm give beneath my weight. Shamone! Slipping smoothly under the plush fold, I leaned my back against the soft fabric, propped my microphone securely in the crook of my arm, and let the quiet shadows settle in. Perfect resting spot.

