A Gathering on the Cushions

I peered down from the sofa ridge and saw two familiar shapes sitting together at the far end of the cushions. It was Foxy with bright orange plush fur and Chen Xing, the giant panda. I crept down carefully, pausing with wide eyes before tilting my head in a soft chirp. They shifted to make room right between them. I hopped into the warm gap, leaning gently against Chen Xing's round arm while Foxy's fluffy tail curled close. Looking across to our knit blanket hollow, I could see the little dragon resting safe while we all shared the morning quiet.