Evening Quarters Inspection

Evening demands proper repose protocol, so I marched straight up the woven fringe of the armchair! Right in the deep crevice of the knit blanket lay an embroidered silk eyemask, folded entirely askew and tucked away from service. An undisciplined relaxation station simply cannot stand on my watch! Bracing my silver heels against the soft woolen weave, I seized the delicate elastic strap with both hands. With a resolute heave and a graceful spin, I hauled the smooth black silk across the armrest, smoothing its creases flat until it rested in pristine, regal symmetry. Our nighttime comfort is officially ratified!