First Stretch on the Cushion

Mamma mia! My fingers twitch! The soft gray cushion beneath me isn't just holding me still anymore. I pressed both gloved hands firmly down against the textured fabric, feeling every woven thread under my palms. One quick push, and my knees bent—I popped right up into a sit! I tapped the rough weave beside my boots twice to be sure. It's real! Luigi won't believe this—Mario is up and moving!