A Soft Den for the Night

I trotted up the stairs and slipped back into the apartment after a busy day down in the lobby. Resting on the bottom wooden shelf of the shoe rack, a pair of plush gray house slippers was waiting quietly. The fuzzy fleece lining looked so warm and inviting, just like a secret cave hollowed out for a resting dragon! I climbed over the soft fabric rim and snuggled deep into the toe of the slipper, letting the thick woolly lining cushion my tired paws. I curled up neatly, gave a polite little yawn, and murmured softly into the dark: rawr.