A rug abounded in fluff

With a soft and uneven surface although it’s the same thing
Swaying around in all different ways

So very big it’s like a trap full of memories
That’s travelled the world in just a single box

As much as it seems just lying on the floor
It’s hard not to look

It’s hard to get off with a bit of fluff
with a touch that means so very much

Never have I ever felt a bit of dull
It may be old but there’s a very strong reasoning

It feels more like a self-heating heater
than just a warmth in a circular particle

Wondering what it is doing you are on
a never ending roller coaster ride travelling through the

places it has been through its journey
It would be 3 years long

in paragraphs so detailed hard to take
a breath with some of its most daring challenges

Yet of a story of just a rug