Cushion Groove

Diving straight into the crevice between two velvet couch cushions is an elite maneuver. I took a running leap, sank boots-first into the plush canyon, and found the motherlode: a rogue plastic guitar pick and a forgotten TV clicker. Perfect setup. I kicked the pick edge with my toe, sending it flicking against the remote's rubber buttons with a snappy rhythmic beat. Every tap bounced right into the soft fabric walls. Total private acoustic lounge. Tucked myself in against the velvet seam, watching dust motes drift in the TV screen glow. Smooth finish.