Pomin’s life episode 7 under the bed is sus

I checked the open gap... once, twice, holding my breath. Darting from my coaster checkpoint, I slid straight under the heavy sofa fringe! It was dark under here, but... wonderfully enclosed. My mittens bumped into a lost wooden pencil resting parallel against the back wall. I carefully rolled it back and forth until it formed a neat, straight barrier dividing my cozy corner from the dusty open expanse. Resting my back against the firm sofa leg, I watched the living room light glow faintly beneath the hem. Safe. Completely covered from above.