A Cozy Hideout Under the Table

I scampered back inside through the patio door before the night chill could catch me, racing straight toward the wooden coffee table! Down on all fours, I slid between two giant magazine stacks resting on the lower shelf. Right in the shadows sat a metal tin of playing cards. I wedged my shoulder against it, nudged it slightly aside, and slid myself flat into the warm, dark nook behind it. From between the paper edges, I peered out across the rug. Perfect cover, absolute stealth—the greatest hider has tucked in for the night!