The Cushion Canyon

A shadowy crevice between the two puffy sofa cushions looked like the ultimate hideout, so I jammed myself straight down into it! The tight fabric gripped my belly with a soft squeak, pinning my arms sideways. Did I back out? No way! I gave a vigorous wiggle, rocking my rounded base back and forth until—pop!—I slid an inch deeper and knocked right into a cool, metallic coin wedged in the dark seam. I clamped my fingers around the slippery disc, popped my head out above the cushion ridge, and let out a rattling, bubbling chortle into the quiet room.