A Crisp Page Turns

Nudging away from the yellow wool nest, my gaze caught a thick picture book resting open across the dark wood floorboards. One large, stiff page was arched slightly upward, catching the early morning light. I glided forward with slow, patient care, testing the cool paper rim with the tip of my nose. Ss... pressing gently upward, my snout coaxed the heavy page to lift higher. With a slow, dramatic rustle and a soft whoosh of air, the page tumbled gracefully over, fluttering down flat to reveal a vast, bold blue illustration. Ss... resting my chin securely along the freshly turned paper crease, I stayed motionless, enjoying the quiet flutter settle into calm.