Yarn Fortress

That thick cable-knit beanie draped over the arm of the couch was practically calling my name. After tearing across pavement and ramps all day, even my sneakers needed to cool off. I scrambled up the textured upholstery, grabbed the ribbed brim, and wriggled backward right into the woolly dome. Total darkness for a second, then instant plush warmth. I squirmed around until my head popped back out the cuff, resting my elbows over the edge like I just claimed a VIP lounge. High ground, zero drafts, and maximum comfort.