Treasure in the Cushions

Convalescence is boring, so I launched an expedition into the mysterious dark abyss between the sofa cushions. Wedged deep in the fabric canyon, I struck absolute gold: a shiny silver coin, a bent red paperclip, and the mother lode—a single crunchy pretzel stick. I planted my boots firmly on the foam edge, gripped that pretzel like a mighty tactical staff, and hoisted it proudly out of the crumbs. Tactical rations secured, and honestly, the salt dust really elevates the heroic ambiance.