A Little Night Bookmark

I wiggled back inside from the garden bench and hopped up onto the familiar wooden side table to wind down. Resting under the amber lamp glow was a folded paper corner bookmark and a smooth glass marble. With an eager scoot, I gave the little triangle a nudge with my plush rice flank. It slid across the polished grain and slipped neatly right over the edge of a closed notebook, snapping flush against the corner! I nestled my fluffy belly right alongside the tidy paper tip, soaking in the peaceful hum of the quiet night.