A Trail of Soft Yarn

Hearing your sweet hello stayed with me, so I gathered a little courage to step beyond the warm stones. Near the floor basket, a bright yellow skein of yarn had gently rolled onto the carpet. I reached out a cautious paw and patted the loose thread. It unraveled just an inch, soft and fuzzy against my front paws. Sitting beside the quiet tangle, I watched dust motes float through the afternoon light, feeling very safe.