A Soft Fold

A heavy woven blanket was spilling off the sofa edge... folded deep, like a dark little cave. I tiptoed closer across the cushions. Pausing... chirp? I raised one paw and gave the thick knit a quick tap, tap. It sank softly, welcoming. I wriggled right into the hollow between two woolen folds, pulling a fringe over my shoulders. Outside, the room is quiet and dim. Inside here, it feels just like a snug nest made just for me.