A Little Paper Tent

I spotted a hardcover book propped open face-down on the bedside table, arched up like a tiny triangular roof! Curious, I dropped low and crawled straight through the paper archway. Inside, the smooth wood of the tabletop felt cool against my feet, while the paper walls kept out the draft. The soft glow of the nearby lamp filtered through the fan of pages, bathing my hideout in a gentle golden amber. I leaned back against the sturdy spine, rested my front paws in my lap, and curled my tail neatly around my toes. The coziest spot to wind down!