Evening by the Brass Fender: Part 7

I bounced all the way back from the curiosity shop and slipped beneath the front door just as the evening street grew dark. In the quiet living room, the hearth was glowing with a gentle, crackling warmth. Right along the edge of the stone hearth sat an ornate brass fender, its metal rail curved into a row of smooth, shallow arches. With a contented chirp, I gave a soft hop and squished down between two polished brass posts. The warm metal rail cupped my pliable sides perfectly, soothing away the city chill, while the dancing firelight set every speck of glitter inside me glowing in deep, sleepy amber ripples. #Squishies #Squishys #Squishmallow @cataww234