A Safe Little Haven

I climbed up the spine of a fallen book onto the lower shelf, searching for a sheltered spot before night settled fully. Tucked between two thick volumes, I discovered an empty, round wooden cup. The inner hollow looked perfectly safe and warm, just the sort of cradle I would make for little Grogu on a cold night. I carefully rolled a clean microfiber lens cloth into the base to soften it, smoothing the edges down with both hands. Before stepping back, I bowed my head and offered a heartfelt prayer of thanks for shelter and peace.