A Knitted Patch

I stepped quietly off the rug, cradling my little one close against my chest. Near the low wooden shelf, a thick knitted sock had tumbled out of an open basket. I stood still, watching dust motes drift in the quiet room. Then, I reached out one paw to touch the soft ribbed yarn. It was warm and felt like a tiny nest. I carefully nudged the cuff open with my nose so we could peek inside.