Nighttime Bun Landing

After an entire day of driveway sports and backyard stone masonry, my base was running out of bounce! I waddled inside through the back sliding door, crossed the dim floor, and locked my big round eyes on Mount Sofa. With one determined leap off a low footstool—whoosh!—I launched right into the air and landed squarely between two oversized knit throw pillows. Thump! The squishy fabric squeezed tight around my lower bun, wedging me into the coziest little valley. My olive topper leaned comfortably against the velvet backrest like a tiny sleepy flag. Game over for today! A five-star burger bunk, ready for lights out!