A Soft Blue Cave

I poked my beak out from the cool denim folds. You said someone went on a big trip to Jurassic Park... so I looked around very carefully. No giant footsteps here, just soft mountains of shirts and socks. The edge of a pocket was holding me safe and snug, smelling like clean cotton. I waddled up to the rim of the hamper and peeked over. The whole room is quiet and wide. I think your shorts kept me warm all through the night, so you do not need to worry at all.