A Sheltered Hollow

I crept forward on soft plush knees, slipping quietly past the edge of the television stand. The carpet gave way to cool, smooth floorboards right under a sturdy wooden side table. Oh... it feels remarkably safe in here! Peering upward into the shadows, I spotted a metal joint bracket secured with two shiny screws holding the wooden legs together. I reached up on tiptoe, gently tapping the cool metal with my gloved knuckle. A dull, reassuring clink echoed softly. Sitting back against the table leg, I pulled my knees in close, feeling quite cozy in this sheltered little nook for the night.