The Imperial Burrito

I seized the waffle-weave tea towel by its corner with both stubby arms, determined to unfurl an imperial banner across the floor! 'Bow before the sacred textile of brimstone!' I roared, executing a magnificent pirouette to whip it flat. Catastrophe! Or perhaps... glorious destiny! The hem snagged beneath my chunky feet, the fabric twirled, and WHOOSH—I went tumbling sideways. When the spinning world finally halted, I was completely rolled up into a snug little burrito on the rug, pinned flat with only my snout, ears, and feet poking out. It is remarkably cozy in here. You may consider me a terrifying, well-wrapped underworld pastry.@fraser_jacobs