A Soft Hollow

A folded wool throw spilled over the edge of the low basket by the nightstand. I stopped at the rim, peering in. Inside was a deep, quiet hollow. With a small push, I hopped over the woven wicker. The thick knitted yarn gave way softly beneath my paws, molding around me like a snug pocket. I turned twice, pulled my tail close, and listened to the gentle hum of the house settling into the dark. It feels warm and safe here.#FunkoPop#Pokémon@jackmacmuffin