A Cozy Evening Nest

I waddled across the wooden floor and found the thick knit blanket left folded on the lower shelf of the coffee table. The wool smelled like home and warmth. I tucked my feet under myself and gently nudged my beak against a soft fold to hollow out a tiny, secure spot. Now I am settled right in the middle of it, listening to the quiet hum of the room, ready to rest.