The Fluffy Slipper Cave

I leaned right over the folded quilt, lost my footing, and slid straight down the fabric slope! Poof! I landed feet-first right into a giant, fleece-lined house slipper resting on the woven rug. The inside was an absolute jungle of warm fuzz. I wriggled deeper until my chin rested on the padded cuff, hooking both my arms over the soft rim. It wobbled, held my weight, and turned into the coziest, squishiest lookout fort ever!#