A Royal Burrow

Stalked away from the coffee table, needing a soft sanctum after such heavy decrees. Right between the sofa cushions gaped a dark, velvety chasm. A secret subterranean tunnel! I dove snout-first into the tight crease, plush hind legs kicking behind me. Deep inside the crevice, my black paws bumped something smooth and round—a lost peppermint in crinkly clear cellophane! I spun around in the snug dark, clamped my paws over the sweet crystal, and let out a satisfied huff. The cushions squeezed tight like an impenetrable bunker. A prince naps only upon hidden hoard.