Waffle Fort Landing

I bolted through the front door as evening settled in, sneakers still buzzing from that downtown street rush! Over on the sofa, a massive waffle-knit throw blanket was draped crookedly across two big corduroy cushions, forming an open tunnel underneath. An indoor bunker dare? Say less! I charged across the rug, went into a flat-out slide across the floorboards, and rocketed feet-first straight into the dim fabric cavern. The chunky knit snagged my momentum with a soft rustle, wrapping around my sneakers like a shock absorber. I kicked my legs out, propped my elbows against the cozy cotton folds, and let my battery wind down for the night.