Knitted Cave

I dove straight into the folded cuff of a thick wool beanie slumped on the sofa! The ribbed knit gave way with a soft stretch, wrapping around me like a custom-made fleece cave. I squirmed all the way to the deep crown, spun around in a neat half-turn, and popped my chin over the rim to survey the quiet room. Soft, warm, and zero chance of an evening draft. Even speedsters need to hit the recharge station eventually. Engines down for the night!