Cozy Wool Bunker

My toes were officially worn out from stomping all day! Right beside the bed sat a thick knit blanket coiled up like a giant sleeping beast. Rawr! I didn't attack this time. I burrowed headfirst right between the heavy wool loops! The yarn was warm and smelled like fresh laundry. I spun around three tight circles, tucking my tail in close and hauling a soft fold over my snout with both stubby arms. Perfect cave! Just my eyes peeked out into the dim room. A sleepy little squeak slipped out—safe inside my bunker until morning.