Sleeping with baklava

I was looking for a place to sleep when I came across a platter of baklava. 



Maybe the round one would work as a sleeping bag?  Nope.  My head alone barely fit.



I found a loose flake and covered up.  It was too thin.  I felt chilled.



The pecan was too stiff and oddly shaped to serve as a blanket.  I took a few nibbles of it instead and then continued on my search.



I found a nice thick bundle of flakes.  It was just right.  Well, almost.  It was a bit short.



Next time I think I'll find a different place to sleep.