The Canvas Clubroom

Friday afternoon bell is basically ringing, so I needed an official weekend lookout post. Right by the entryway bench, a sturdy canvas tote bag was slumped wide open on the floorboards. Pure locker real estate. I waddled straight over on my stubby legs and dove headfirst into the heavy cotton folds. Inside was dim and cozy like a secret clubroom. Near the inner pocket, I spotted a loose yellow smiley-face sticker clinging by one corner. I nudged it loose with my visor, braced my plush belly against the cloth, and stamped the sticker right over the pocket seam. Now my Friday base is tagged and official. Watching the hall from between the canvas straps hits just right.