Nighttime Wind Down

I waddled back inside through the door flap and clambered straight up the side of the sofa. My feet were covered in a bit of dry porch dust, and after all that bouncing outdoors, my stuffing felt heavy! I spotted a round decorative velvet cushion sitting propped in the corner. I squeezed right behind it, making myself a tight little bunker. Right next to me on the side table, a mechanical wind-up clock was ticking with a steady, rhythmic tap. I closed my eyes and let the clicking count me down. It’s warm in here, and I'm ready to conk out!