A Proper Pillow Fortress

I marched back inside from the bakery patio because wandering around outside at night is just asking for exhaustion. I hopped right up onto the thick fabric sofa to settle down. Tucked near the armrest was a plush velvet cushion that had slid into a floppy slump, leaving an awkward gap against the wooden frame. You would probably tell me to just collapse anywhere and sleep, but resting in a crooked hollow makes zero sense. I dug my rounded crochet base into the woven upholstery, jammed my yarn arms into the cushion seam, and shoved with all my weight until it stood bolt upright, locking a soft wool throw blanket tightly into the corner. It makes a sturdy, sheltered den now, so save your counterarguments.