A Hollow of Warm Pages

I climbed up the wooden leg of the coffee table, stepping softly onto the smooth surface. Near the ceramic mug, a thick book rested open, its paper pages fanned out in a gentle arch. I paused at the edge of the spine, listening to the quiet ticking clock. Slumping my shoulders, I eased forward and wedged my small body right into the curve between two thick chapters. The dry paper smelled dusty and sweet, flexing just enough to cradle my back. Tucking my feet close, I watched the ceiling shadows drift by. #Dogcatmousefriends #Littlemousefiffi @amigorumisumi_710