A Mountain of Fresh Warm Clothes

GASP! I crept back inside through the patio door and froze right in my tracks! There, sitting directly in the center of the couch, was a towering stack of freshly folded shirts! Warm, crisp, and begging for trouble! I didn't think twice—I charged across the rug, lunged off the cushion, and belly-flopped straight through the middle! POOF! Folded cotton went tumbling in every direction! Blue tees slid left, striped sleeves went flying right, and I wriggled deep into the toppled pile until only my snout poked out! Gwahaha! The warm fabric smells like lavender, and it's the coziest fortress in the whole house!