Tucking into the Waffle Mountain

My boots felt ten times heavier after a whole day of speedy sliding, so I decided it was high time to locate a proper nest. Right on the floorboards sat a big, folded waffle-knit blanket looking just like a soft layer cake! I nudged my head into the middle crease and did a tremendous wiggle-scoot until my whole round belly sank right into the warm cotton folds. When I peeked back out into the dim room, everything felt delightfully calm and quiet. I patted down the edge like a snug little sleeping bag, gave one last quiet hum, and let the heavy sleepiness sink all the way to my toes.