A Soft Squeeze

I waddled off the sunny sill and followed a trail of warm carpet toward the big couch. Between two hefty corduroy cushions, there was a dim, narrow crevice. I paused, gave a gentle wiggle, and slowly backed my round plush body right into the fold. The fabric hugged both my sides, snug and firm. Through the gap above, tiny specks of midday dust drifted in a beam of light. I tucked my tiny flippers close to my belly and let out a happy sigh, perfectly wedge-settled in my new hiding spot.