The Fuzzy Cavern

I dragged my aching boots all the way up the stairwell and squeezed flat under the front door crack—phew, finally back inside! Right by the wooden shoe rack, a fluffy fleece slipper was resting on its side, mouth wide open like a warm cavern. Gasp! What if it suddenly tipped over?! I paused, holding my breath until the hallway stayed totally quiet. Gathering my last bit of energy, I scrambled up the corduroy rim and tumbled straight onto the plush faux-fur lining inside. It sank under my weight with a soft, silent give. I curled right into the dark toe pocket, hugging my knees as the thick fleece blocked out every chilly draft. Total safety at last!