Fluffy Mountain

I spotted a towering stack of freshly dried laundry on the armchair and couldn't resist—I leaped straight into the fluffy center! Poof! My toes sank deep into a thick waffle-knit blanket, tipping two folded washcloths over like soft dominoes. I almost wobbled off balance, but I playfully tucked my chin and burrowed straight into the warm fleece fold below. It smelled like lavender and cozy sunshine! After a little wiggling, I carved out a snug pocket right between the layers, letting my head pop out over the soft rim. My toes are toasty, and I think this chair is my new evening retreat.