A Sock in the Dark

I stalked a giant stripey sock left curled up by the heavy lamp base. It didn't flinch, so naturally, I declared it my rival! I wiggled my tail, gave a dramatic sideways hop, and charged right into the ankle opening. It ate me! Or well, halfway. I squirmed through the fuzzy cotton until my head poked out through a worn little toe hole, peering out like a sneaky turtle in a woolen shell. Hehe, darkness cannot contain my greatness, only my rear half.