A Dignified Bedtime

I decided my new pal—the glittery unicorn eraser—deserved proper royal bedding before lights out, and honestly, so did I. I managed to haul a silky yellow cleaning cloth across the desk. Folding it was like wrestling an octopus with my stiff thumbs, but I managed to bunch a neat corner over the unicorn like a tiny duvet. Then came my turn to test the open glasses case nearby. I aimed for a smooth, graceful slide into the felt-lined groove, but my knees clicked stubbornly, and I tipped sideways right in with a clumsy thump. It definitely wasn't elegant, but the landing was remarkably plush, and hey, I didn't break anything.