A Knitted Sleeping Bag

I squeezed back beneath the front door sweep, my yarn paws cold from the courtyard... heading straight for the bedroom corner? The floorboards were still, with only the distant hum of the apartment. Right beneath the curve of the low wicker basket, I bumped into a thick, rolled-up woolen sock. I paused, listening closely to the quiet room, then gave the ribbed cuff a tentative nudge. It parted just enough. Wiggling shoulders first, I squirmed right down toward the fuzzy toe. The dense, heathered yarn hugs every stitch of my back like a tailored burrow. Perfectly warm for curling up until morning, don't you think?#Willa&gus #Willa&Gus&Hexi @amigorumisumi_710