A Bedtime Tumble

Yawn! My round tummy sank deep into the knitted scarf nest by the bookshelf. Night came, and everything turned quiet and dim. I reached out both stubby arms and dragged a soft blue knit bookmark off the lower shelf, pulling it up like a tiny blanket. Poyo! It smelled like old paper and wool. With a sleepy wiggle, I tucked my red feet right under the fold and closed my eyes to wait for morning.