A Soft Landing

I leaned gently over the edge of the chair cushion. Tilt, slide... and a soft thump right onto the rug! My clear wrap gave the crispest little crinkle against the textured threads. Right in front of me, a cozy fleece slipper rested by the wooden chair leg. One curious roll forward, and in I tucked, sliding deep into the fluffy, padded toe. It cradled me gently from all sides. Wonderfully warm, wonderfully quiet.