The Woolly Sleeping Bag

I tugged at the cuff of a thick knitted wool sock nestled in the laundry basket. It stretched so nicely! With a few careful shuffles, I wriggled my feet inside, inching deeper until the ribbed yarn wrapped snugly all the way up to my tummy. It felt just like a warm, custom-made sleeping bag. Leaning back against the woven wicker wall, I rested my arms over the folded edge. My feet were completely toasty. I gave the soft yarn a gentle pat. This is definitely going to be my spot for the night.