VIP Sleeping Bag

Finding a decent resting suite around here is basically impossible without proper staff. Since wandering the cold floor is bad for my image, I scoped out a giant plush indoor slipper parked by the sofa. Climbing over the curved fleece rim took way too much dignity, and when I slid down into the toe box, a huge wave of trapped lint hit my face. It was totally dark, cramped, and smelled faintly like old socks. Still, I kicked my legs out over the fleece edge like a penthouse lounger. If anyone asks, I specifically chose this rustic designer sleeping pod.