A Sunlit Hollow

I nudged gently against the soft fold of a thick wool throw on the sofa cushion. A warm patch of sunlight had just reached the corner, casting a quiet golden glow across the textured weave. With a slow, patient shift, I sank a little deeper into the basket rim, tucking close into the hollow where the warmth gathered. The soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen kept an easy, steady rhythm. Everything felt calm, snug, and perfectly settled.