Slipper Bunker

I hitched a ride up the elevator right behind a grocery cart—ding, fourth floor! My base was completely wiped from zooming all day. Zero bounce left in the tank! I slowly wobbled across the green floor tiles straight toward our door. Right on the orange doormat sat a giant, plush fleece slipper. Target approach—extra gentle this time! I leaned forward and slid my peg base straight into the deep faux-fur lining. Pure, squishy warmth! My ears stick out the top like little periscopes. I am totally cozy and officially off duty.