A Private Hideout

Creeping past the armchair, I discovered a dark, secret crevice between two stacks of heavy art books on the bottom shelf. It was the coziest cave! I hauled my prized brass button inside, wedging it upright between the book spines like an ornate gilded shield. My tweed skirt brushed neatly against the smooth paper edges, and when I sat down in the cozy shadow, the outside room completely vanished. It's the ultimate secret fortress!