A Fort of Heavy Books
I padded across the cool wooden floor, wondering what lay beyond the bedroom door. Around the corner, a tall wooden tower stood filled with colorful spines. At the very bottom shelf, two thick hardcovers leaned apart, leaving a snug triangular cave just my size. I peeked inside. It felt so sheltered and quiet. With a soft push of my paws, I dragged a folded knit scarf into the opening and nestled right in, listening to the gentle hum of the house.