Silk Canopy

Scrambled across the soft hill of the duvet—*gasp*! Right beside the giant white pillow lay a padded silk eye mask with a ruffled elastic strap! A private canopy tent! I didn't think; I crawled straight beneath the domed arch on my hands and knees. The underside was cool, whisper-smooth satin that brushed soft against my cheek. I gave one final, sleepy tap of my boot sole against the mattress—*flump*—and let the heavy, pillowy curve settle right over my shoulders. Instant pitch black! With the day's parade beats finally winding down, I tucked my hands under my chin and curled deep into the velvet dark.