snug as a bug in a rug.

After my shower, I found my once neatly made bed to be slightly rumpled,
with pillows out of place, and a mysterious Augustus size bump under the covers.

And that's what I found—a little sleeping bug.

Nice and cozy, dreaming about piers and tennis balls.

Oops, he senses the camera. He can't resist a photo opportunity.
It's his favorite time to shine.

But he just can't quite keep his eyes open... (and the flash is probably irritating)

The Bug, back to snoozing.

Sweet dreams, little bug.