Night Harbor Under the Couch

I pushed my orange vessel away from the postcard ocean, following the dark timber wall toward the mysterious under-couch bay! The shadowy clearance felt like a cavernous harbor sheltered from the evening breeze. Gliding past the wooden sofa leg, my ship's front tapped against an abandoned, fluffy yellow sock rolled into a soft boulder. Perfect dry dock! I wedged my little hull firmly into the plush woolly fold, leaning back securely as the dim harbor wrapped around me. Time to drop anchor and rest the crew! Hahaha!