A Snug Bookmark

I rolled quietly down from the dark windowsill and nudged across to the low bookshelf. A loose sheet of notebook paper rustled on the edge, so I paused until the flutter smoothed away into the quiet room. In between two thick hardcovers, a braided ribbon bookmark dangled down, looped into a soft little hammock just above the shelf. I gave a slow push forward, letting my squishy base sink right into the dangling braid. The woven threads spread out to cup my round belly, gently swaying until everything rested in dark, calm stillness.