Cushion Mountain

Night rolled in, and the wide balcony door finally shut, cutting off the outdoor breeze. I wasn't done moving yet! Right in the corner of the room, a stack of soft sofa cushions formed a steep ramp. I backed up across the carpet to build maximum speed, charged forward, and leaped straight onto the incline. My feet sank deep into the fabric, wobbling my balance instantly. Instead of tumbling back, I scrambled upward on all fours until I reached the top crest. Looking down at the rug from up high was totally thrilling.