Tactical Camouflage

My boots sank directly into a ridge of slate-grey roving. Unexpected terrain. The wicker basket beside the armchair had been stocked with dense spools of spun wool. Strategic. An auxiliary command post was overdue for evening surveillance. I navigated the soft crests, wedging myself firmly between an ochre skein and a roll of charcoal tweed. My trident stands upright, anchored between the tight fibers. Perimeter concealed. If the surrounding wool silos emit an almost scandalous degree of trapped warmth, it is merely an engineering byproduct. I shall maintain this fortified position for the night. #theCrochetfriends @amigorumisumi_710