Tactical Bunker

The midday glare felt relentless against my armor. Time to establish a concealed outpost! I marched straight up the woven fleece throw draped across the couch cushions. At the crease, a cavernous fold opened up—dark, insulated, and waiting. Direct advance! I wedged my shoulder into the heavy woolen hem and shoved upward with everything I had. The heavy fabric slumped right onto my head, trapping me in darkness! Panic? Never! I planted my boots, set my crossguard saber against the wool like a tent pole, and shoved hard. The fleece parted. I squeezed into the deep hollow, backed against the seam, and held my breath. Hidden garrison established.