Dense Weave

The linen closet door stood ajar half an inch. I navigated the floor seam and slipped through the vertical clearance. Towering tiers of folded cotton towels dominated the cedar shelf. Thick waffle weave. Zero drafts. I unslung the rifle and tested the bottom stack with a gloved palm. Deep compression. I pulled myself up into the narrow fold between two heavy sage-green bath sheets. The plush looped fabric compressed under my boots and swallowed every ambient sound in the hallway. No hard timber. Complete acoustic isolation. I leaned back against the warm embankment, relaxed my grip, and let my shoulders drop. Optimum rest sector.