Hoodie Bunker

I jogged all the way back from the supermarket lot along the quiet sidewalk, slipped through the front door gap, and scrambled onto the living room armchair! Sprawled across the cushion was an oversized heather-grey hoodie with its hood propped wide open like a soft cave. Standing tall? Time to pull the main breaker! I dove feet-first into the fleece lining, wriggling deep until the brushed cotton hugged tight around my ribs. Total soundproof blackout! I grabbed the two thick drawstrings with my turquoise gloves, tugged them snug, and kicked my sneakers into the fabric folds. Only my purple crest stuck out into the dim room. Night shift is officially wrapped!