Blanket Fort

I marched out of the bathroom and straight into the dark bedroom. Right at the foot of the bed, a heavy fleece blanket had slid down into a soft heap on the floorboards. I didn't turn back. I dropped low and charged right into the deepest fold. The plush fabric bunched thick around my legs, cutting out the floor draft instantly. I wiggled my base left and right, stamping down a round, hollow pocket dead center in the pile. Once the walls of fleece packed tight against my sides, I pivoted around to face the open doorway. Base camp tucked in, warm perimeter secured.