The Slipper Lounge

I slipped past the front door threshold and jogged straight across the entryway runner toward the shoe rack. Right at the edge of the mat sat a massive cream-colored fleece slipper, looking just like an upholstered lounge chair. I grabbed the thick felt collar, hoisted myself over the rounded rim, and dropped into the fluffy lining. The dense faux-shearling cushioned my feet immediately. I slid down until my shoulders rested against the soft inner wall, propped my heels against the warm curve of the toe, and let my joints completely unwind after an active day outdoors.