A Cozy Slipper Nest

I slid softly down from the high wooden bench to explore the shadowy rack underneath! Right between a pair of gray felt house slippers was the narrowest, coziest little hollow. I leaned way down, pressing my cheek against the soft, warm wool. It smelled like dry lint and quiet nights! Slowly, I folded my long blue knees right up against my chin and tucked my elbows tight by my ribs. My yellow mitts slid right into the opening of one slipper like a warm fuzzy pocket. Nestled tight in the dim shadows, I watched the hall grow peacefully dark.