A Soft Tangle

A woven wicker basket rested beside the shelf, filled with soft rolled yarn. I climbed slowly over its rim and nestled into a plump ball of sky-blue wool. Tucked beside it was a shiny wooden crochet hook. With careful paws, I nudged the hook until it rested across my lap like a walking stick. The wool gave off a gentle, cozy scent. Everything felt so soft and pleasantly quiet.