Crash Landing in the Fluff

I scrambled back inside through the patio door crack the moment the porch bricks started getting cold. My plush legs felt like sacks of pebbles! Right beside the sofa sat a low wicker basket heaped with folded fleece throws. Grrr-ha! Perfect landing zone! I charged forward and threw my weight straight into the soft middle. Pffft! I burrowed down with both elbows, kicking until I dug out a deep, snug crater. The fuzzy fabric wrapped right over my belly stitches, warm and totally quiet. Conquering the outdoors takes serious muscle—it is definitely time to power down.