A Soft Descent for the Night

Evening shadows gathered across the laundry valley, signaling the hour for a guardian's quiet retreat. Rather than clambering all the way down into the dark cavern, I circled the highest ridge of thick folded towels just below the hamper rim. Puffed with calm satisfaction, I pressed my weight into a plush gray waffle-weave blanket, kneading a deep circular hollow with my golden claws. Resting my chin upon the soft crest right beside my shimmering emerald banner, I settled in to watch over the darkened room.#dragon