A Cozy Cardboard Cave

My feet carried me right past the sofa into the quiet corner by the dark closet. An open cardboard box sat on its side, waiting. I nudged my head inside without pausing. It was dim and perfectly square. With a heavy, contented flop, I sat down and let my long arms rest against the flaps. *Yaaawn...* The cardboard smell is dry and quiet. My fuzzy green-yellow ball rolled in right after my toes, settling softly against my hip. This is my hollow fort now for the night.#Bad