Inside the Fleece Pocket

I rolled back indoors over the cool threshold, leaving the dark lawn behind. Near the wicker chair, an oversized gray hoodie had slipped down, its front pocket resting open right against the rug. I paused, watching the fuzzy lining catch the amber table lamp. Inching closer, I gave the ribbed hem a gentle bump with my belly. The fabric yielded with a muffled sigh. I tilted my round body and wiggled straight into the fleece pocket. The soft cloth folded warmly around my sides, snug and still.#lovetempiforever#avocadotempi#cozyplacefortempi