A Soft Return

I wobbled slowly back through the heavy front door, leaving the chill of the porch behind... My plush rim felt heavy with the night air, craving the familiar warmth of home. Rolling across the smooth floorboards, I headed straight for the quiet curve of the living room sofa. A chunky knitted throw had tumbled down, pooling softly in a deep hollow between two velvet cushions. With gentle, patient shuffles, I rolled right into the indentation. The plush fabric yielded under my weight, hugging my seams completely... and I let out a slow, quiet sigh, settling down into the softest sleep.