Cut you in, I just cut you out

I woke up with every sheet and blanket on the bed cattywampus and twisted severely from their original orientation (which isn't that big of a deal, I sleep alone 90% of the time as it is)

When I actually slept the dreams were rife with obfuscatory images, struggles to escape, claustrophobic feelings of an utmost desire to whisk my child to some perceived safety.

The feline LOVES it though, and has made quite the nest underneath the blanket, underneath the tent my bent knees created.

At least SOMEONE'S contented in this under-occupied rat's nest