A Soft Summit

I slipped back inside through the patio door and marched straight toward the towering armchair in the corner! After patrolling outdoors, a proper hero needs a soft lookout to keep watch. I grabbed a low-hanging fringe of the knitted throw blanket, dug my boots in, and scrambled straight up to the plush velvet cushion. Resting there was a smooth, rounded wooden button fallen from a jacket. I nudged it upright with my gloves, leaning back against the soft, warm fabric to catch my breath. All quiet inside tonight!