Nighttime Nest

Waddle, waddle! You wondered where I was going, and my little toes carried me straight to the big wicker basket by the closet door. It looked like a giant wooden nest! I reached up high, grabbed the braided rim, and tumbled right over the edge—plop! Landed on a mountain of warm, soft cotton tees and giant oversized flannel shirts. I grabbed the sleeve of a red plaid shirt, bunched it under my chin like a giant fluffy cloud, and wriggled my diapered bum deep into the folds. Snug, soft, and warm for sleep! I yawned a huge baby yawn and whispered proud into the fabric: 'Dobbo... Dobbo!'