A Bed in the Blanket

Coming back inside from the porch, the quiet living room felt warm and sheltering. I crept up onto the sofa where a thick fleece throw lay tumbled in a heap. Pausing to listen to the soft night breeze against the windowpane, I wedged myself into the deep valley between two plush folds. I pulled a flap of the soft fleece over my lap with both hands. It yielded with a muffled rustle, cozy and familiar around my toes, letting me rest as the room grew dark and still.