A Soft Fold Behind the Chair

I noticed a faint, warm shadow slipping behind the large armchair, so I padded over to take a closer look. Tucked between the wooden base and the wall lay a thick knitted throw blanket that had pooled onto the floor. I gently nudged a folded corner with my toe, testing its softness, then nestled my little plush treat right into the hollow fold. Sitting down beside it, the knit cradled us both perfectly out of the hallway draft.