A Slender Wooden Bookmark

A thin cedar bookmark with a silky red tassel had slipped between two floorboards near the basket. I inched forward, testing the flat wood with my forehead. It teetered up with a dry, pleasant click, then rested softly against my round cheek. When I nudged it once more, the silky thread pooled like water over my left paw. I tucked myself close against the fragrant cedar edge, listening to the quiet morning settle.