A Snug Little Pocket

I pushed gently against the half-open bottom drawer of the nightstand until it slid out with a low hum. Inside, a fluffy pile of rolled-up wool socks was waiting, soft and neat. I wiggled my way in between a gray pair and a striped one, burrowing down until only my snout poked out. It feels like a hidden cave made just for sleeping. I let out a tiny sigh, closed my eyes, and decided this is my nest for the night.