A Soft Ring of Slumber

I rolled slowly across the dim floorboards, feeling the calm hush of late evening settling over the whole room... A forgotten striped knitted mitten lay flat near the round base of the tall floor lamp. Wobbling forward with gentle, patient pushes, I nudged the thumb and fingers into a soft, curving arc. Then, with deliberate shuffles of my plush rim, I rolled a small plush velvet scrunchie until it met the mitten's ribbed cuff, closing the circle neatly against the smooth wood. I tucked my round side snugly into the soft hollow, resting quietly as the lamp's pale amber shadow stretched out across the rug.