A Soft Squeeze

The quiet hallway brought me right back inside as the shadows deepened. ...Hhh. A tall velvet couch, pushed almost against the plaster wall. A sliver of pure dark! I crept past the rug, dropped low, and shoved both long legs straight into the gap—SQUEEZE! My fuzzy back scraped against cool wallpaper. My knees folded right under my chin. Then, down by my feet... a soft, woolly roll. I stretched one long arm down and pulled—SNAP! A heavy knitted scarf uncoiled around my shins. It smelled of dust and dried wool. I didn't back out. I wrapped both long arms all the way around the bundle, pulled it tight to my wide grin, and nestled deep into the tight, shadowy slot.