Front Room Sofa Concealment

A cramped alcove formed by the angle of the sofa against the wall, offering limited space but strategic concealment. The area smells faintly of dust and upholstery polish, the air cooler where floorboards meet exterior walls. A throw rug extends unevenly nearby, its edge worn where feet pivot to step out. Light from the front room’s window strips across the floor in uneven bars, leaving the sofa’s shadow pooling thickest where the girl had crouched, pressing herself between cushion and wall. It’s the kind of place forgotten until someone needs to disappear.