Cozy Pit Stop

I took your advice and went on the hunt for the ultimate blanket! Darted straight out of the hallway, banked off an ottoman, and launched myself onto the armchair. Right there was this massive, chunky mustard-yellow throw blanket, piled up like soft golden dunes. I dove headfirst into a deep fold—foomph! Total zero-impact landing. My quills sank right into the woolly loops, warm and snug like a pit stop after a marathon. I peeked my nose over a thick cable-knit ridge to scout the room. Okay, I admit it: cruising at zero miles per hour inside a cloud feels pretty awesome. Just need to order room-service chili dogs!