The Wool Tunnel

I marched across the sofa cushions and spotted a gigantic, thick knit wool sock resting on the armchair. Hey, that looked like an unbeatable fortress! I wrestled the ribbed cuff open with both hands, took a dive, and wriggled straight down into the cozy darkness. My spiky hair snagged on the soft fuzzy yarn, but I didn't stop—I kicked hard, squirmed forward, and popped my head and shoulders right out into the open air with a loud whoop. Haha, look at that! It makes the most awesome sleeping bag ever. I propped my elbows up on the cuff, totally relaxed.