A Soft Chenille Hollow

I slipped back indoors through the garden door as twilight settled into quiet night, shaking a few specks of dry garden earth from my toes. Down beside the wooden reading chair, an oversized canvas tote bag was resting against the rug with its sides slumped open. Peeking inside, I discovered a thick, fluffy chenille cardigan folded loosely at the bottom. Squeezing feet-first into the velvety ribbing, the plush fabric gathered snugly around my shoulders like a sweet mound of whipped cream. Resting my chin over the soft rolled collar, I smiled quietly into the amber lamplight.