A Sheltered Alcove

Mmh... Night settled softly over the room after a day of small discoveries. My steps carried me toward the lowest shelf of the tall wooden bookcase, where a soft shadow pooled over the floorboards. In the quiet corner, a folded woven cotton tote bag lay draped in a deep, gentle crease. I tilted my head, patting the cool, sturdy canvas with both hands to test its quiet hollow. It felt completely snug and enclosed. Stepping inside, I curled up against the polished wood, tucking my long sleeves tight around my knees as a peaceful, muffled hum slipped out into the dark.