A Soft Silk Fold

hopia softly padded back into our warm house after spending the afternoon near the mailboxes outside, ready to tuck in for the night. Climbing up onto the couch cushion, she spotted a folded silk scarf resting across the armrest, its smooth corner pooling into a gentle fold. she waited a moment, watching the soft lamplight glide across the delicate cloth. Taking two tiny, careful steps closer, hopia pressed her front paws into the slippery fabric. It felt cool and impossibly soft. she gently leaned her chest forward, looping both plush arms around the billowing silk roll, resting her chin against its glossy edge until everything felt serene.