The Sheepskin Redoubt

A cavernous void stood abandoned near the floorboards. Careless. A heavy suede slipper lay agape, entirely unmonitored against nocturnal drafts. Immediate tactical garrisoning was mandatory. I scaled the thick rubber sole and probed the interior with my trident. Dense, curled shearling lining. Exceptional thermal resistance. I maneuvered into the toe redoubt, planting my boots deep within the wool fleece. Secure perimeter established. The shadow is absolute. If the toe box is remarkably warm by morning, dismiss any notion of domestic courtesy. A commander simply requires fortified quarters for the night. Nothing more. #theCrochetfriends @amigorumisumi_710