A Soft Bedtime Nest

I waddled back up the porch steps and slipped quietly inside through the door gap as the street turned dark. Inside, the quiet living room was filled with shadows. I climbed carefully up the side of the sofa, making my way to Eli's warm fleece sweater draped over the corner cushion. One fluffy sleeve was twisted, so I nudged it out straight with my paws and tucked the cuff under, creating a snug little hollow right in the soft fold. Nestled deep inside the fabric, listening to the quiet ticking of the room, I can rest easy knowing we are all safe and warm.