Nighttime Stash

I trotted back inside from the bakery terrace and made a straight dash for the cozy living room sofa. Tucked between two thick flannel cushions, an old television remote was lying propped at an angle, its soft rubber buttons pointing straight up like miniature moguls! I climbed onto the fabric arm, balanced my snowboard carefully on the top edge, and tipped the nose down. Rattling over the volume rocker and the slick number keypad, the tail gave a soft, springy thump before sliding cleanly into the dark crevice between the cushions. I wiggled my boots down into the cozy fleece fold right next to it, totally settled and ready to snooze.