Evening Retreat

I shoved through the patio flap and trotted straight across the quiet floorboards into the warm living room! Night had rolled in, and my boots were thoroughly covered in patio dust. Time for a cozy bunk! Ahead, a thick fleece blanket hung low over the edge of the armchair. Perfect grip! I grabbed the plush fabric fold with both gloves, heaved upward with two sturdy kicks, and tumbled right into the deep fleece hollow. It's soft, quiet, and cushions me like a private hammock. My legs are totally out of bounce for today. Wahoo, what an expedition!