A Soft Hollow

Night had settled in, and my feet felt heavy from wandering the hallway. Beside the tall armchair, a thick knitted throw blanket had tumbled down, forming a deep, pillowy cave near the floor. Is this a sleeping nest? Step... step... I squeezed my soft body into the gentle fold of the yarn. A smooth wooden button was sewn right onto the wool edge. I curled my trunk gently around the cool, polished disc. It stayed quiet and snug against my cheek, and I let my eyes slowly close.