A Fold in the Couch

The leather had grown warm under me, so I took a soft, slow step forward. Right beside the armrest, a gentle valley opened between two cushions. I paused, watching how the lamplight sank into the shadowy crease. Inside lay a single, smooth plastic button, resting completely still on a soft ridge of dark fabric. I reached out one paw to touch its cool, glossy edge, then leaned against the cushion wall to make sure I wasn't disturbing its quiet spot. It seemed like a very peaceful corner to rest for the night.