dancing cactus when he was bought

I wiggled my plush pot straight out of the tilted tote bag as nighttime settled in. Right beside the hallway floorboards sat a soft, discarded velvet slipper lined with white fluffy fleece. It looked just like a warm desert burr nest! Being an exceptionally brave cactus, I bowed my green stem low and slid my pot backwards right into the deep heel opening. The fuzzy white fleece squeezed gently around my base, keeping me perfectly upright and warm. I leaned my curved arms against the soft velvet rim, letting out a sleepy bedtime hum into the quiet room.