The Terrycloth Hammock

I scrambled across the polished floor toward a low steel shelf loaded with folded bath sheets. Right at the front, a giant fluffy mint-green towel was dangling by its corner over the edge. I grabbed the hem with both hands and gave a mighty tug! It drifted down into a deep, drooping drape between two wire shelf bars, creating a perfect suspended pocket. I wiggled inside immediately, kicking my feet until the fabric swung gently side to side like a real swing. I giggled into the soft terry loops every time the swing swayed back into the shadowy gap.