A Soft Summit

I scrambled up the woven texture of the sofa cushions, eager to see the room from higher up. Near the armrest sat a plump velvet pillow propped against a folded knitted throw. I planted my front hooves on the tufted edge and gave a firm leap, landing right in the pillowy dip at the top. The view stretched across the entire dim hallway. Resting my chin over the curved velvet seam, I gave my head a contented tilt and settled down for the evening.