An Accidental Canopy

I was only trying to burrow into the warm velvet crevice between two sofa cushions for the night. You can't blame me for claiming the softest spot in the house, can you? But as I wriggled my hooves deeper, the tip of my left antler hooked right into the open weave of a chunky throw blanket. One gentle tug just dragged the heavy fringe tumbling down over my head like an elaborate sleeping tent. Getting trapped? Absolutely not. I've decided this was entirely intentional, and it's far too cozy under here to leave now.