It Was Warm And Soft
I was walking barefoot through my house. Something warm and soft brushed against my foot. I screamed and jumped, hitting my head on the ceiling. Holding my head, I fumbled for the light switch. The winter sock on the floor mocked me.
I screamed and jumped, hitting my head on the ceiling. I was walking barefoot through my house. Holding my head, I fumbled for the light switch. The winter sock on the floor mocked me. Something warm and soft brushed against my foot.