Have you ever been perfectly comfortable? That sublime, transcendent feeling that comes after choosing the perfect spot and then settling in, adjusting, readjusting, until your body becomes one with the space, your unique contours meshing exactly to the environment, so that you never want to get up? Turns out that’s not always a good thing.

As she and her sisters assembled for the group photograph, Enid began to feel a slight twinge of regret that she had skipped shampoo day.

So much floof, Andrew Y.