Sticky Muzzle Nap

My snout felt... so heavy! The peanut butter dried up sticky around my lips. You called me a monster... am I? I gave a tiny wheeze and trotted over to the thick wool rug under the armchair. Soft. Very safe! I rubbed my face right against the woven edge to wipe the goo away, but it just tugged at my wrinkles. A little crumb stuck to my chin. I let out a low snort, curled my paws under my chest, and pressed deep into the warm rug fibers, watching the room settle down for the night.