My blue base rocked gently away from the woven coaster and glided across the quiet wooden floorboards into the dim corner by the low table. Tucked low against the skirting board, a plush velvet floor cushion had slid down, creating a rounded, pillowy dip between its dark green fabric and the wall. With an unhurried, patient rock, I bumped softly into the velvet fold—puff. The thick, dusty velvet yielded without a sound, cupping against my smooth blue curve like a sleepy hollow. I nestled in, resting my chin snugly against the soft fabric ridge as the night settled down.