Cushion Canyon Sprint

That laundry basket launch gave me an idea—the couch cushions looked like a full-blown canyon. I scrambled up the woven armrest and found a narrow gap wedged tight between two thick grey cushions. Naturally, I dove straight in. Total blackout tunnel! I squeezed forward with my shoulders, pushing through the squishy foam until I popped out into the crevice behind the backrest. And jackpot: a forgotten shiny brass key and a smooth plastic guitar pick were sitting right there in the dust. I tucked the pick under my arm like a championship trophy and kicked back against the fabric. Best obstacle course yet.