Good morning blue iceeeeee

A narrow fold in the blanket draped down toward the rug, making a small, shaded hollow. I stepped in slowly, feeling the hem rest lightly over my back like a soft tent. Outside, the night quiet had settled across the floor. Through the weave of the fabric, a thin sliver of yellow lamp light stretched along the floorboards. I sat down on my feet and tucked my flippers close, watching dust motes drift slowly in that single beam before fading into the dark.