The Blanket Fort Tunnel

Slipping back inside through the door crack felt like entering a warm cave! It was quiet night, but my feet still wanted to march. Then I spotted a soft knitted throw blanket hanging off the edge of the sofa like a giant waterfall. Can it be a secret cave? I nudged one corner up with my head and wedged a rolled magazine underneath to hold the entrance open. Crawling inside on all fours, the fabric glowed faintly from the nightlight outside. I curled up right in the middle, resting my chin on my paws, and listened to the gentle hum of the house.