A Spiral Nook

I was scouting along the rear edge of the cellar workbench for a draft-free corner to bed down, when a slightly open wooden drawer caught my eye? Resting right between two steel wrenches was a rolled-up strip of thick cotton webbing, curled into a hollow spiral like a miniature snail shell! Mama mia, I paused, glancing nervously into the dusty shadows of the cellar... but peering inside, it looked remarkably soft and warm? Taking a steadying breath, I tiptoed over the brass pull, wiggled boots-first into the fuzzy cotton coil, and nudged the outer strap snug with both gloved hands. Sheltered behind the sturdy wooden drawer front, everything feels completely safe for the night, I think?