A Cozy Evening Hop

A tiny evening draft nudged me back inside across the door runner, bobbing light and bouncy! Whoop! Right near the base of the fabric armchair sat an abandoned, thick knitted wool sock. When I nudged closer with a bouncy roll—snap! A delightful fizz of static leaped out, and the whole rib of the sock reached up and hugged my lower curve tight! I gave a little squeak and a buoyant tug, but it clung on like a cozy grey shoe. Rolling sideways, I tugged the soft wool across the smooth floor until we both nestled against the chair's dark wooden leg for the night.