Bedtime Rig

Mmh. Heavy eyelids. Bedtime. But... a draft. Unacceptable. I spotted an unfolded woolen sock dropped across a sofa cushion. Too far to stretch normally. Ah! I took an unbent metal paperclip, hooking one looped end into the edge of a striped cloth coaster. With a serious tug on a stray piece of twine, the coaster tipped, sliding the thick grey sock right down like a soft canopy. I tucked Teddy in first, then burrowed in beside. Warm. Ooh, yes.