A Soft Fold

I followed a trail of warm light down toward the floor, finding a heavy wicker basket filled with blankets. One thick hem hung over the edge, folding like a quiet slope. Rather than climbing straight over the rim, I circled around until I found a gentle tuck between two rolls of yarn. It made a perfect small hollow. I nudged my head into the crevice, feeling the soft wool give way, and rested there as the evening grew quiet around me.