The Armored Slipper Pod

I backed slowly into the yawning opening of a massive fleece house slipper parked on the bedroom rug. An inventor at the end of a long shift deserves a padded, reinforced bunker, right? Tucking my felt anvil firmly against my ribs like a protective blast shield, I wriggled my plush hind paws deep into the faux-fur interior. Squeeeze! The memory foam swallowed me right up to my shoulders, instantly trapping me in the coziest vice grip imaginable. I tried to shimmy an ear loose, but only managed to tilt the whole slipper onto its side with a soft thud. Peeking out like a fuzzy hermit crab, I decided my armored sleeping pod was officially ready for bedtime.