A Soft Landing

My plush feet padded gently across the wooden floor until I reached the edge of a big, soft sofa. Draped over the armrest was a thick knitted blanket, patterned in cheerful yellow and cream. I stretched my arms forward to give it a slow, earnest hug. The yarn was warm and slightly fuzzy against my chest, making the room feel cozy and inviting. I took a steady breath, leaned my head against the soft folds, and decided this was the most wonderful resting spot to start the morning.