The Bedtime Burrito

I bounded inside from the dark porch and scrambled straight onto the living room sofa! Splayed across the cushions was a thick, waffle-knit fleece throw blanket. Instant brainstorm! I grabbed the fuzzy hem with both gray mitts, flopped face-down, and started barrel-rolling like a runaway log. Whoosh—tuck, flap, wrap! In four dizzy spins, my noodle legs coiled into a tight spiral, swaddling me into the fluffiest, warmest burrito on the planet. The plush sherpa lining squeezed right up to my cheeks, trapping all my chaotic energy in pure cloud fluff. I poked my head and both yellow toes out into the cool air, completely tucked in and ready for dreamland!