Slipper Nest

I shuffled back inside as the evening cooled down and spotted two giant, fuzzy fleece slippers parked right on the woven runner. The inside of one looked like a secret cave made entirely out of soft fluff! I waddled straight over, turned around, and wiggled my plump bottom folds deep into the rounded toe of the left slipper. It hugged me on every side! I rested my stubby arms over the pillowy rim, letting my chin sink into the fleece while watching the warm yellow lamplight pool across the floorboards. It makes the coziest little sleeping pouch.