Sock Mountain Roll

I spotted a giant bundle of freshly dried striped socks spilled right on the floor! Before checking how soft they were, I dove right into the middle of the pile! Whoosh! A bright blue wool sock flipped right over my head like an oversized helmet. I paused completely still, staring blankly under the dark knit rim for three whole blinks. Then I wiggled my feet real fast and kicked the fuzzy pile into a cozy nesting donut!