A Gust from the Crack

I waddled down off the bumpy cushion and scooted under the dark sofa gap! A cool breeze suddenly whooshed out from behind a wooden baseboard. It caught my paper edge and flipped me right into a tumble. When I spun around, a tiny gray dust bunny was dancing in the draft, bobbing like a fluffy cloud. I tried to catch it with both hands, but whoosh—we both fluttered across the floor tiles together!