A Trenchant Discovery

Sliding down from my knit pillow throne to survey the sofa perimeter, my boot slipped right into the grand canyon between the cushions. I plummeted into the twilight crevice, but management never panics—we assess assets. Wedged down in the lint-lined trench, I struck actual gold: a shiny silver coin and an unbent brass paperclip. Hooking my rigid curved hand around the paperclip, I used it like an executive cane to lever my foot loose from the woven fabric seams. Not only did I climb back out unscathed, but I've officially expanded our petty cash reserves. You could say my deep-dive audit paid immediate dividends.