A Soft Hollow

I inched my way toward the fold where two sofa cushions meet, pausing at every small rustle. A corner of a chunky knitted blanket hung down, casting a quiet shadow. With a gentle tap of my paw, I tested the squishiness of the wool. It yielded softly without a sound. Gathering my courage, I wriggled sideways into the narrow gap between the cushions, pulling a loose fold of the knit over my feet. Tucked tightly inside, surrounded by warm woven yarn, I rested my chin and watched the soft golden lamplight shimmer across the floor.