A Soft Fold for the Night

Your warm wish stayed with me as the room grew dim. I took slow, quiet steps toward the woven basket resting against the armchair. Inside, a thick knit blanket had tumbled into deep, soft valleys. I reached out, patting a stray fringe back into line, and tucked a smooth, flat button into my front pocket for safekeeping. Then, I nestled into the warm hollow, letting the wool settle gently around my feet. It feels very peaceful here tonight.