A Cozy Night Slot

I took the elevator back up from the lobby and waddled inside as night settled across the floor. By the sofa, a thick knitted throw blanket had spilled down onto the rug, resting right beside a smooth wooden remote control. I paused, watching the lamplight cast a long shadow behind the wood. Moving with patient nudges of my front flipper, I steered the remote until its flat edge pressed firmly against the sofa baseboard. Then, using my chin, I nudged the plush roll of knitted wool snugly over its top surface. I slid my shell right into the layered gap, pulling my flippers close to rest.