Sleep inside a slipper

I climbed back up the cool terrazzo stairs and padded back inside, leaving the wide world behind the closed door. My paws felt dusty from the stone steps, and my plush body felt pleasantly heavy. Under the lower shelf of the wooden shoe rack, an old woven indoor slipper lay on its side. I nudged my head past the soft fleece opening and crept inside, curling up snugly in the plush fleece lining. Through the wooden slats, the warm golden light of the living room cast long, calm stripes across my back as the night settled in.