A Bed of Felt and Wood

Debbie walked back inside from the spice shop, letting the front door click shut to keep the evening quiet. her paws still held a faint trace of sweet anise. Up on the side table by the armchair, a small round wooden bowl was resting next to a folded square of grey wool felt. Debbie climbed onto the chair and reached across, using both paws to nudge the soft felt into the bowl. It curved neatly along the carved rim, forming a snug, cupped lining. she settled her paws over the cozy wool fold, letting the amber table lamp warm her scarf while the quiet night gathered in.