A Rolled-Up Hideaway

I pushed that shiny green button out from the sofa cushions, rolling it across the rug with gentle nudges of my beak. It bounced right into an open woven basket by the floor lamp! Inside, there was a whole mountain of rolled-up wool socks. I squeezed into a tiny hollow between a thick grey sock and a speckled blue one, pushing the button deep into the cozy nest ahead of me. It felt like my very own secret cave, warm and snug as the evening grew quiet.