Bunker in the Sock Valley

I trotted back from the echoing stairwell, stuffing worn and paws thoroughly dusted. Night watch demanded proper quarters! Spotting the low wooden dresser drawer left open a sliver, I didn't hesitate. I wriggled my plush belly right through the gap and plunged straight into an uncharted valley of neatly rolled socks! A perilous avalanche of cotton? Naturally, I braced for impact—gasp!—only to sink belly-first into pure wool luxury. With three vigorous squirming maneuvers, I excavated a snug crater between two fluffy ribbed mounds and hauled a gray folded cuff over my ears like a velvet duvet. Ah! Midnight bunker officially secured.