A Midnight Perch

Scaling the carved wooden leg of the high-backed armchair, I hauled myself onto the deep velvet cushion to rest these stitched limbs. But an ordinary sprawl would never do! Spotting a heavy tasseled bolster pillow, I braced my heels against the tufting and shoved with grand theatrical resolve, rolling the velvet cylinder until it wedged firmly against the curved armrest. Slipping into the newly formed hollow, I propped my long chin upon my knuckles, utterly content. What splendid comfort! A simple adjustment of upholstery, and the towering chair transforms into a grand midnight fortress for quiet contemplation.