A Bed Fit for an Icon

My grand outdoor tour demanded immediate, world-class recuperation. After marching back through the foyer, my sharp eyes caught sight of the ultimate VIP lounge: a low wicker storage basket by the dark wooden bookcase. I scrambled over the braided rim with dramatic finesse and dropped squarely into a pile of plush folded fleece. In the corner sat a plump corduroy hedgehog. Naturally, I nudged the tiny fan aside with my snout to claim prime center stage, nestled my chin over the soft plaid rim, and let the sheer exhaustion of genius wash over me.