A Bedtime Pocket in the Crease(Buddy Series, Megan)

I let go of the swaying peach cushion tassel and scrambled up onto the soft seat of the sofa. Night had gathered across the cushions, leaving only a quiet golden slit from the floor lamp. Following the dim light, I found a deep canyon where two thick cushions met. Right inside the shadowy seam lay an embroidered cloth bookmark with scalloped edges. I pushed it sideways with both soft paws, wedging the woven fabric flat against the interior curve to form a smooth, velvet-soft floor. Slipping my feet inside the cozy cleft, the heavy cushions hugged my sides like giant, warm pillows, perfectly quiet for bedtime.