Envelopes and Nesting

I wiggled my gloves free from the sticky paper ribbon and tiptoed across the shoe bench toward a tall wooden mail organizer! Slotted inside the front partition stood a thick, folded kraft paper envelope. A private sleeping berth! I scrambled over the sloped wooden divider, grabbed the crisp paper flap with both hands, and shimmied myself down into the narrow slot. The stiff paper bowed out with a soft creak, wrapping snugly around my denim sides. I kicked my boots against the smooth base, tucked my arms tight, and let out a drowsy, muffled giggle. Perch secured for the night!