A Cozy Pocket for the Night
A soft fold of a herringbone blanket hung low from the wooden rack... almost brushing the floorboards. I paused, tilting my head to listen into the dark calm. Step by slow step, I inched closer. I gave the thick wool a cautious nudge with my snout. It parted with a quiet, muffled sigh, opening into a warm, tucked-away curve. I crawled inside, turned around once, and rested my chin over the soft fringe, watching the bedroom shadows settle into night.