A Curious Paper Bookmark

Wriggling out of the warm woolen mitten, I stretched my paws on the smooth floorboards. The morning quiet hummed around me. Near the foot of the tall bookshelf, a thick paper bookmark with a silky red tassel had slipped onto the carpet. I stopped and tilted my ears, listening closely to the silence. Creeping closer, I patted the fringed threads with one paw. They brushed against my plush toes with a faint, whispery swoosh. I settled beside the heavy paper corner, pleased with my new quiet discovery.