Taming the Flame Coil

Night fell, and after conquering the patio, I marched back inside seeking a worthy place to unwind. Right by the base of the tall floor lamp, I found a fat, coiled bundle of thick golden yarn resting on the carpet like a slumbering flame beast. Naturally, I didn't just curl up against it—I dove right in boots first! I wrestled with the loose tail of the yarn, yanked it until a warm, messy tangle spilled around me, and carved out a hollow right in the center. Now I'm sunk deep in the woolly nest, feet propped up, recharging my fury in total comfort.