The Warm Vault

I flopped through the flap door and down the hall with that fountain coin clamped tight in my jaws! My fins were worn out from the long trek home, but look—right on the low wooden laundry bench sat a basket of fluffy towels, still toasty from the dryer! Clink! I nudged the gleaming copper coin straight into the deep fold of a yellow hand towel—my very own secret treasure vault! Then I gave a mighty tail-wiggle and wedged myself right between the warm terrycloth layers. Mmph-snug! Soft cotton wrapped around my tired belly. My jaws finally relaxed, and my eyelids began to droop while guarding that cozy copper glint.