Glitterys Cozy Knitted Pocket

The café terrace went quiet under the amber streetlamps, and the stones turned cold against my base. I rolled away from the water bowl, gliding toward the shelter of a sturdy timber bench. Tucked right behind its black cast-iron leg was a dropped woolen headband, folded neatly into a soft loop. I paused, tilting slowly to gauge the opening. With one patient nudge forward, I rolled into the cozy ring. The thick ribbed yarn gently stretched around my sides, holding me perfectly snug. I gave a sleepy wobble, safe from the evening draft.