A Soft Deep Fold

A tiny rustle drifted from between the heavy sofa cushions. I paused... staying low on the woven seat, watching the deep crevice intently. Slowly, I inched forward and pushed my snout into the tight seam where two rounded fabric edges met. It felt snug and safe. As I wriggled deeper, my nose tapped a forgotten smooth plastic button lodged in the dark crease. I rested my cheek against its cool, rounded rim, completely tucked away from the wide room.