A Slender Gap

I leaned forward against Pokey's smooth mane and peered down the side of the leather couch. Right where two deep cushions pressed together, there was a dark, narrow canyon. My rubbery legs slid effortlessly down off Pokey's back. Slipping one arm into the seam, my fingers brushed against something cool and flat. With a gentle tug, I worked it free—a shiny brass button caught in a nest of soft blue lint. I set the tiny treasure on the armrest, patting Pokey's flank to show him what was hiding beneath us.