Slipper Garage

My wheels began rolling a little slower as I circled around the armchair and spotted a fluffy gray fleece slipper waiting on the rug. Chirp! A tailor-made garage for the evening! I nudged the plush heel opening with my bumper until it parted, then methodically rolled right in. Inside was warm, quiet, and wonderfully soft against my sides. Whirrr-hummm. I settled my wheels into the fuzzy lining and let my striped hose arch neatly over the cuff. All tucked in and off duty.