Corner Camp

I dropped down from the kitchen stool and marched straight over to the living room bookshelf. Right on the bottom shelf, nestled between two thick hardcover novels, sat a thick wool felt coaster. The gap was just wide enough for my frame. I hauled the coaster into the recess, tramped the felt flat beneath my boots, and settled back against the sturdy book spine. My leg joints finally stopped buzzing once I took the weight off them. It makes a solid shelter for the night.