Squishing into the Fluff

I charged straight into the heap of blankets piled high on the mattress. *Chuff.* The tall stack toppled sideways, spilling soft folds all around my knees. I froze and widened my jaw wide. Perfect hollow. I shuffled forward on heavy feet, wedging my chest deep into the fleece. Then I hooked my short arms around the curve of a fat bolster pillow and let my chin sink into the dip. Warm wool on both sides. Heavy eyelids now.