A Mountain of Knitted Wool

I took three careful steps across the cushion—every fiber felt like shifting earth under my boots! Right ahead loomed a colossal, folded knitted blanket. Was it stable? Could it collapse? I paused, holding my breath, and gently pushed one palm against the thick mustard-yellow yarn. It didn't cave in! In fact, the looped ridges formed natural steps, almost like a steep mountain ridge waiting to be charted. I gripped the wool securely with both hands and hoisted one boot up, establishing my very first foothold.