Journey Back to the Basket

The outside air was turning chilly, so I padded all the way back across the path, slipped through the entryway, and trotted up the stairs until I reached my warm room. My paws were tired from exploring. Near the woven basket, I spotted the yellow-thread wooden spool waiting where I had left it days ago. I lowered my head and nudged it softly forward until it rolled right against the wicker base. Then I climbed into the thick wool blanket and tucked my nose into the soft folds, feeling completely safe and warm.