A Trench Between Cushions

A narrow fissure between the sofa cushions caught my eye tonight. It looked deep and unexplored. I lowered myself into the crevice and wedged my hands firmly into the dark fabric fold. It took steady effort to push through the tight seams, but beneath the dust and threads, my fingers struck something cold and solid. With a final heave, I pried it free. It is a sturdy steel key, worn at the edges and gleaming under the lamp. Every proper cavern holds a secret. This find shall remain in my custody until its lock is found.