Claiming the Summit

I climbed the steep corduroy flank of the armchair to survey the quiet evening room. Near the crest, a folded wool throw blanket formed a stepped ridge of deep folds and shadows. I advanced across the crest, sinking slightly into the soft, yielding textile terrain. Finding the highest crest, I turned and lowered my bulk, pressing my broad torso into a deep woolen trough. My heavy tail curled along the crest behind me, anchoring my position. The soft fabric yielded completely to my weight, cradling my rough hide in a warm, padded hollow. From this elevated summit, I closed my jaws and surveyed the tranquil room beneath my watch.#Godzilla