A Soft Fold

I came inside when dusk fell, hopping past the glass door to find somewhere warm. Right here on the rug, someone left a freshly folded knitted blanket. Your sweet note popped into my head... love you too, so very much. I gave the cozy fabric a tiny, curious squeeze, then nestled my chin right into the crease of the wool. It smells like clean laundry and quiet evening air. I think I will just stay tucked here and rest my paws for the night.