Terrycloth Slumber Tunnel

I slipped through the lobby doors right behind a neighbor's groceries, rode the elevator upstairs, and squished flat on my tummy under our front door! After a full day of courtyard mechanics, my indoor night quarters called for duty. I marched straight into the quiet bathroom, where a tidy wire basket on the wooden vanity held a rolled-up white terrycloth towel! I wedged my yellow-flagged toothpick staff upright into the black wire grid to keep watch over the gleaming sink. Then, with a joyful scramble, I wriggled right into the fluffy spiral hollow of the towel. The soft cotton loops nestled around my sides like a custom sleeping bag. Night watch is officially snug and locked down!