Evening Quarters Inspection

A tactical retreat into resting quarters must not compromise collective order. Upon the sofa, a thick wool throw blanket lay crumpled in a state of utter structural disarray. Such undisciplined folds could not be tolerated at the end of a duty shift. I utilized my rotund form and pressed both flippers against the heavy wool, methodically nudging and smoothing the edge until a crisp, geometric boundary was formed. Resting my chin upon the aligned fold, I established a secure bivouac for the night.