A Gentle Tap on the Red Foam

I blinked, feeling the carpet beneath me. Looming high above was a massive slope of red vinyl cushions, torn at the seam to reveal the rough padding inside. Slowly, cautiously, I lifted my gloved right hand. It actually moved! With a quiet breath, I reached out and tapped the torn edge of the red cushion. A soft crinkling sound answered. Seeing that nothing tumbled down, I nestled back comfortably against the carpet, resting right beside the giant red structure.