A Slotted Hideaway

I waddled toward the warm metal radiator humming quietly along the baseboard. Right behind it was a cozy narrow crevice, but more importantly, the low vent slats cast a series of perfect, parallel shadow stripes across the carpet! I took a stray wooden clothespin from the floor and carefully wedged it between two slats, pretending it was a lever to control the darkness. When it clicked firmly into place with an absurd little squeak, I sat down leaning against the warm metal, feeling like the supreme captain of a very toasty spaceship.