A view from the top bunk

Waking up behind a patterned duvet, I gave my ears a cautious twitch and realized I could actually move. I quietly leaned forward and peeked over the top wooden rail. There I was, or at least a paper likeness of myself, taped right onto the timber next to a little painted trooper. I tapped the smooth pine edge with a paw, taking in the quiet view from up here. Not a bad perch at all.