The Hood Hammock

I squeezed through the front door crack with heavy plush paws, ready to retire from my big bowling day! Right on the desk chair, an oversized hoodie hung low, its deep hood yawning like a soft fabric cave. Dangling from the drawstring was a shiny brass barrel cord lock. Naturally, I took a sleepy hop and gave that shiny cylinder a joyful boop with my nose! Click-snick! The spring button popped loose, loosening the drawstring in a smooth loop. I didn't hesitate for a second—my round tummy tumbled straight forward into the hood! The fluffy sherpa lining cupped around me like a snug sleeping hammock, while the shiny toggle rested against my orange clip. Dreamland time!