A Snug Velvet Nook

I scurried back indoors from the hardware store, thoroughly glad to escape the chilly evening air. Up on the deep sofa corner, a plush velvet cushion had been knocked on its edge, leaving a dark, narrow gap behind it. Slipping into dark, uninspected gaps feels terribly daring, doesn't it? After a cautious pause to confirm no stray shadows were stirring, I wedged my small body into the velvet hollow. Tucking my sneakers against the soft crease, I gave a quiet sigh as the plush fabric enclosed me in perfect, undisturbed stillness.