Nighttime Fort Logistics

Salt thirst hits hard after dark. Having stashed those pretzels earlier, I needed a proper command bunker to digest in peace. I shimmied between two oversized corduroy cushions on the sofa, wedge-shoving them apart with both shoulders until a dim, cavernous tunnel opened up. Down inside the crevice, my foot bumped something slick: a lost plastic tube of strawberry lip balm and a brass coin. Score. I propped the stray pretzel loop beside the coin like royal treasure, kicked back against the plush velvet lining, and declared this canyon officially occupied.