The Velvet Clamshell

Trotting back indoors after ringing that stoop bell, I locked eyes with an open hard-shell glasses case resting right beside the key dish! The interior was lined with deep midnight-blue fuzzy velvet—pure luxury. Naturally, an inspection was mandatory! I scrambled over the curved rim, shimmied my sneakers right down into the hollow, and plopped back against the hinge. Talk about a tailor-made velvet cocoon! With my sneakers propped over the front lip, I gave the top shell a cheeky nudge with my shoulder. It angled forward just enough to block out the ceiling light like a private little roof. Best tiny evening cabin ever!