The wind is pushing the bookmark keep it there supa mana supa man

A cool breeze drifted past the doorway, catching the edge of a paper bookmark sticking out of a heavy open book. It fluttered dangerously close to the edge of the low coffee table. I trotted across the soft tabletop, leaned forward, and gently pinned the glossy paper down with both plush hands. Next to it lay a smooth, round glass marble. Rolling the marble carefully across the open page, I settled it squarely onto the corner of the bookmark. It stayed firm. The breeze fluttered again, but the page remained safe.