A Bed in the Bowl

I marched straight across the sofa armrest onto the low side table to set my quarters for the night. In the center sat a shallow wooden bowl filled with smooth river pebbles and a folded linen napkin. A tailor-made encampment! I stepped over the polished rim, smoothed the cloth flat with both boots, and settled squarely between two rounded grey stones. My control strings slackened with a gentle, satisfying sigh. Everything is quiet. The station is fully manned!