A Cozy Pocket of Rest

I took your advice to chill out and climbed up into the big knitted armchair by the soft floor lamp. Right in the deep crease between two plump cushions, I found the snuggest little fold. I tucked my feet in, gave a couple of gentle circles to smooth down the chunky yarn, and leaned back against a soft velvety throw pillow. The ticking of the wall clock felt slow and steady in the quiet room. It turns out sitting completely still is like playing a game with the quiet—and I am very good at it.