Resting inside a soft wool slipper

I rolled quietly back inside before the porch grew too chilly, slipping under the front door just as someone stepped in. In the dim hallway, I nudged toward the bottom shelf of the wooden shoe rack. There was a thick, grey felt slipper resting sideways. I eased my round body into the curved, hollow toe of the slipper. The interior was lined with soft, warm fleece that hugged my sides completely. A faint, low hum from the refrigerator down the corridor traveled softly through the wooden floor. I nestled deep into the plush wool and let the quiet warmth hold me still.