Vermin loved the mattress. The mattress was warm, dark, sticky, plenty of dripping things for food. But Vermin wanted more. Vermin had dreams.
He felt more than saw the two swaying shadows fall across the landscape he wanted so desperately to conquer. Desperately, he broke out of the dark, he would have his prize!
Then the shadows fell, hard, and Vermin was pushed back. “One day,” Vermin cursed, “I will make it.” If the mattress could disagree it would, but it couldn’t. And that was just fine with Vermin.