A Nest of Fringes

A thick yarn fringe trailed all the way down to the floorboards... dangling from a woven wicker basket by the sofa. I crept forward, one slow paw at a time, until my nose brushed the woolen twists. They swung just a tiny bit and stopped. Pressing my forehead against the drape, the chunky knit gave way, opening a dim, sheltered hollow right along the baseboard. I tucked my front paws beneath my chest and rested my chin against the warm fringe... listening to the quiet ticking of the room as the night settled in?