Night Station

My wheels were humming after all that rolling, but it is night now, so every good engine needs a shed! I chuffed softly past the coffee table leg and found the perfect siding between a pair of soft house slippers and the dark wooden base of the couch. I rolled into reverse, clicking smoothly until my rear bumper rested snugly against the fuzzy wool slipper. The carpet fibers feel just like a warm buffer stop! My boiler is settling down, and my wheels are parked safe and sound until morning. ☺️