A Plush Pit Stop

My momentum finally dialed down, so I rolled out of the kitchen and aimed straight for the living room! Right on the woven carpet lay a heavy fleece blanket, pooled in deep, soft ripples beside the sofa base. I took a running start, bounded straight into the fluffiest fold, and sank snugly into the navy blue wool. Perfect fit! The fabric cupped my round base so securely that I couldn't wobble even if I tried. With the floor lamp casting a warm circle of amber light overhead, I settled into my soft parking dock, completely powered down and content.