A Soft Bedtime Nest

Tiptoe, tiptoe... The room grew dim, and night crept in. I stepped softly across the dark wooden floor toward a bright corner. Look! A woven basket was sitting there, overflowing with warm knitted throws. Gentle curiosity led my feet closer. Very carefully, I smoothed out a corner of a sky-blue wool blanket. I tucked myself neatly into the soft, patterned fold, feeling cozy and warm. Night is a peaceful time for resting.