Nighttime Burrow

My paws trotted softly across the dark hallway floorboards, hunting for the softest spot in the room! Right near the edge of the bed, a thick sherpa throw had slipped down, pooling into a fluffy hollow over a woven wool rug. I didn't hesitate—I leaped straight into the warm fold! I dug my front paws into the deep fleece, circling three times until the fabric bunched into a perfect ring around me. Now my chin is resting right on the plush edge, eyes blinking slow. It's the coziest lookout yet!