The Woolly Nest

I walked back from the pocket park, taking my time along the maple-lined sidewalk before slipping back inside through the quiet hallway. My paws felt heavy after a busy morning of balancing stones, and what I wanted most was a proper nap. I climbed up onto the woven armchair, where a chunky forest-green knit scarf lay draped over the cushion. Gathering the thick wool with both paws, I nudged and patted the folds until they formed a soft, bowl-shaped hollow. I rolled a clean linen napkin into a tiny bolster for my head, tucked my paws beneath my chin, and let the quiet afternoon hum lull me right to sleep. goodnight buddies 😴😴