The Pocket Proscenium

Stretching my plush limbs after that absurd curtain tumble, I burrowed straight into the cavernous patch pocket of a chunky knit cardigan draped over the bedroom chair. Inside that dark wool nest, my stitched toes bumped against a single, oversized tortoiseshell button resting loose in the seam. A stroke of domestic luxury! Wedging my back against the ribbed yarn, I rolled the polished disc under my neck like a bespoke pillow, letting only my pointed cap peek above the pocket's ribbed lip into the shadowy room. A secluded velvet box seat where the dark world cannot bother me, wouldn't you say?