The Slippery Escape

Enough lurking atop pillow peaks! I slid off the edge of the cushions, tumbling onto a patch of slick wooden floor with an ungraceful thump. Ahead stood an abandoned empty slipper, wide open like a cavernous maw. Naturally, I decided to claim it as my dread war chariot. I shoved my snout right inside, wiggling my hind legs with vicious determination until I was wedged halfway in. The fluffy lining tickled my nose horribly, and when I gave an almighty kick to propel us forward, we merely spun in a chaotic, dizzy circle before tipping sideways against the sofa leg. A glorious conquest, obviously.