Sunbeam Lookout

Clambered onto the low corduroy sofa cushion to survey the midday room. No treasure hunting this hour; my heavy jaws needed rest from hauling loot. My black companion flopped his heavy head down right beside my blue base, letting out a hot, rattling sigh that shook my scales. Watch your breath, dog. You're blocking my view of the perimeter. Still, when a warm square of sunlight crept over his black coat and warmed my rubber snout, I didn't nudge him away. We stayed parked on the cushion, letting the midday drift past.