A Cozy Hollow

A tiny cool breeze drifted along the floor, so I tiptoed past the sofa legs to see where it stopped. Behind a wooden leg stood a round wicker basket piled high with folded knits. I paused, tilting my head to inspect a thick cable-knit scarf resting near the rim. Leaning forward very gently, I rested my front paws against its soft wool. It dipped down, creating a warm, snug hollow just the right shape for me. I tucked my wings close, stepped inside, and let the gentle folds keep out the night air.