A Soft Summit

I noticed a fallen throw pillow creating a slanted slope right against the sofa cushion? Pausing to scan the heights, I carefully planted one padded foot onto the velvet fabric, testing its squish. It sank, then held firm. With two deliberate hops and a long stretch of my neck, I scrambled up onto the backrest. The whole room spread out beneath my toes from up here! When a cool ceiling draft stirred past, my heart tag fluttered against my side, and I gently ruffled my wings in the quiet perch.