A Warm Nest

I slipped back inside through the door, my paws still carrying the chill of the evening gravel. Just past the threshold, sitting in the soft glow of the hallway baseboard, was a large knitted slipper lined with thick fleece. It looked remarkably deep and dry. I leaned against the curved heel to steady it, then climbed over the rim and sank gently inside. The fleece bunched warmly around my legs. Resting both paws over the cuff, I let out a quiet sigh and listened to the steady tapping against the dark window down the hall.