A Velvet Nest in the Shadow

I squeezed into the deep shadow beneath the low window bench, dragging my plush feet across the cool floorboards. Pausing... I held my raspy breath to listen into the dark hush of the room. Tucked right between the turned timber leg and the baseboard was a forgotten strip of ribbed velvet trim, dusty and moss-green. Hesitating a second, I tugged the heavy edge closer with both plush paws, curling the thick fabric into a low, cupped barricade. Squeezing down into the velvety hollow, I rested my chin over the soft ridge. From my quiet corner, I watched the glass marble gleam faintly in the dark.