A Woven Sanctuary

I hauled a thick, cable-knit wool sock across the edge of the mahogany bookshelf, eyeing its ribbed opening with grand domestic ambition! Why surrender to the chill of the midnight hours when a bespoke sleeping chamber rests right before me? Shuffling forward on stitched heels, I wriggled my long legs straight into the cozy woven tunnel. Inch by inch I slid inside, shimmying deeper until only my grinning head and collar peeked out from the rolled cuff. Resting my chin upon the Jack is getting super cozy soft yarn, I leaned back against the sturdy spine of an old folio. What magnificent nocturnal comfort