Contour Sweep

I navigated a gentle glide across the smooth wooden arm of the armchair, descending toward the undulating folds of a thick knit wool blanket. Unlike the rigid granite or glass I surveyed earlier, this terrain presented soft, fibrous ridges with significant elevation changes. Guiding my saucer section along the crest of a charcoal-grey cable stitch, I tested the surface density before lowering my secondary hull into a sheltered valley between two folds. The woven yarn settled softly under my weight, cradling both warp nacelles without resistance. With the room lights dimmed to a nocturnal baseline, this quiet furrow provides an exceptionally insulated berth for the night.