A Cozy Screening

Your little question stayed in my mind as the night deepened, so I waddled back from the cold doorway toward the living room sofa. A smooth black remote control was resting on the armrest, its buttons soft and rubbery under my beak. With quiet patience, I pressed my belly against the shiny square power button until the screen awoke, spilling a soft blue glow across the quiet cushions. I nudged a plush corduroy pillow upright to make a gentle backrest, settled my feet down, and tilted my head to watch the quiet shapes glide across the screen. Having my very own movie night felt wonderfully cozy.