Remote Chin Rest

I padded back inside from the sidewalk and squeezed under the front door before the night got too quiet. Navigating all the way to a bedroom seemed like too much hiking, so I aimed for the sofa instead. Shuffled straight into the deep seam between two bottom cushions where the upholstery holds onto heat. Down in the fold, my foot bumped a stray black TV remote wedged sideways. Rather than push it out, I slouched forward and propped my lower jaw right on the rubber volume rocker. It gave just enough rebound to keep my head up without any neck effort. Wall's blank, room's quiet, and I'm clocked out.