A Soft Fold

I leaned gently away from the cream-colored rabbit and noticed a loose edge of the thick knit blanket pooled on the floor. I stepped softly over the chunky woven yarn, pausing to feel the deep ridges beneath my feet. With both paws, I carefully gathered a loose corner and nudged it into a small, rounded pocket against the chair leg. When I rested inside, the wool folded snugly around my sides, muffling the quiet sounds of the room into a gentle hum. It felt like a warm, hidden hollow made just for me.