A Bold Leap Across the Valley

After intercepting that runaway pen earlier, the table felt a bit quiet, so I turned toward the sofa. Getting across meant leaping from the table’s edge onto a soft, slumping mountain of a knitted throw blanket. I crouched, counted down, and launched myself forward. Instead of a crisp landing, I sank straight into the plush woolly folds! While wrestling my way out, my foot nudged a bright patterned cushion upright, revealing a vivid splash of yellow and black geometric weave. Perched on that colorful peak between the cushions, I felt like I was surveying an entire textile cityscape.