Washing and my little girl

Last night my beautiful daughter wanted to sleep in my enormous washing pile, so I let her.
Bridie tucked her pillow and herself into the clean washing pile that sat like a mountain on the lounge. Bridie covered herself with clothes, her blanket and I kissed her goodnight.
She slept snug until the morning.
When Craig was going through the clothes in the morning trying to find a work shirt I said, "just be careful because Bridie is tucked in there asleep"
I don't think Craig believed me as he looked at me screwing his face up and then Bridie quietly says while half asleep, " I am here Dad"
Craig asks, "why are you sleeping in the washing"
Bridie replies, " because I am the washing Dad"
With her sweet little smile she warms Craig's heart enough for him to slide right in there and cuddles her.