Towel Fort Under the Sun

Dusty leaves were neat, but then I spotted a wooden drying rack tucked against the balcony wall! Hanging down low was the fluffy fringe of a giant blue striped bath towel, brushing right against the warm tiles. I dropped onto all fours, charged forward, and burrowed straight underneath the heavy cotton hem! Inside, the sunlight filtered through like a bright aqua glow. I bunched up the soft fabric with both paws, tucking the corners around me until I had carved out my very own secret shaded cave. It feels cool, smelled of laundry detergent, and lets me peek right out at the breeze.