A Bookmark Between Pages

Stepping carefully down from the windowsill, I made my way across to the wooden bookshelf where a thick, cloth-bound book rested slightly ajar. Tucked inside was an embroidered ribbon bookmark of woven botanical vines, dangling just above the shelf floor. I reached out and gently smoothed the soft, raised threads of the stitched green leaves, admiring the tiny cross-stitches. With both hands, I nudged the ribbon straight so its frayed tassel rested neatly along the book's edge, leaving the quiet corner tidy and peaceful.