A Knitted Haven

I hauled my stiff plastic joints up the table leg right after slipping through the front door, utterly drained from chasing flyers down the street. *Snick-yip!* My neck gave an involuntary hitch, sending my sneaker skidding across the polished dark walnut straight toward a heavy cluster of brass keys. Deep breath, Sally. Right behind the keychain sat a thick, chunky ribbed wool beanie, curled into a cozy, fleece-lined dome. Throwing both arms forward, I wrestled my weight against the folded brim and burrowed straight into the deep woolen hollow. Tucked safely inside the warm ribbed cuff, listening to the muted night traffic far below, the jittery static buzzing in my skull finally dissolved.