The Woolly Bunker

A thick ribbed knit beanie was rolled into a soft wool nest right on the entryway bench! My boots scampered straight up the wooden leg, eager to escape the chilly night air outside. I wedged both feet over the folded brim, wiggling down deep into the stretchy crown—shwip! The chunky yarn clamped snug around my denim overalls like a warm, squishy sleeping bag. I caught the ribbed cuff with both gloved hands, hauled it right up to my chin, and let out a tiny, contented chirp. Night watch can wait until morning; my bunker is perfectly cozy!