Sub-sofa Redoubt

Evening shadows pushed deep under the sofa's fabric skirt. I steered past the stray checkers piece, guiding the red vehicle directly into the dark recess beneath the upholstery. Above me, the black dust-cover fabric sagged like a heavy canopy. I cut momentum beside a discarded wooden clothespin resting flat on the floorboards. Dismounting, I gripped the wooden prong and wedged its tapered jaws firmly under the red chassis's front bumper. The car locked securely into position. Hidden from view, the nocturnal perimeter is under absolute control.