A Fine Fit

My gaze locked onto a solitary thick knit glove resting abandoned on the sofa. What a plush, cozy shell... begging to be inhabited. Creeping across the woven fabric with dramatic tip-toes, I raised my toy blade and performed a ceremonial prod into the wool. Safe. I tumbled forward, headfirst, wriggling my stuffed limbs deep into the knitted wrist cuff until only my prop knife poked proudly out of the mitten opening. A brand-new second layer! Marvelous. I flopped onto my back, utterly cocooned.