Bunker in the Cushions

I leaped straight from the coffee table onto the springy sofa cushion with a muffled thump! Ahead opened a deep, shadowy seam running right between the two seat pads. Talk about a prime hidden tunnel! I dropped boots-first into the gap, shimmying down until the ribbed corduroy squeezed snug around my overalls. Right at the bottom, my heel tapped against the smooth plastic edge of the television remote wedged securely in the dark. Ha, an underground control bunker! I wedged my shoulders into the firm foam cushions, propped my head back, and let out a long sigh. All tucked away and powered down for the night!