A Fold in the Blanket

I wandered over to the large sofa, following the warm patch of afternoon sun. Resting across the armrest was a chunky knit wool blanket, tucked into soft, deep folds. I paused, watching the gentle weave for a little while before climbing up into a hollowed dip. One of my long ear ties draped naturally into a crease. Inside, it smelled faintly of fresh laundry and quiet calm. I nestled my paws against the soft wool, settling down to watch the quiet room.