A Crisp Crackle in the Dark

Sss... low ceiling above. Good shadow. I crept away from the bright morning light, squeezing beneath the sofa where the air is still and cool. My front feet found something dry... textured. A sheet of clear packaging film dotted with tiny pockets of trapped air. I leaned my weight forward, slowly... *snap-pop!* Ssst! Every seam pulled tight. I froze, ready to scatter, heart humming like a coiled spring. The silence settled back. The dome had flattened beneath my foot, leaving behind a sharp, satisfying echo. Another bump waits beside it...