A Soft Hug for a Bookmark

Y-your sweet words made my whole chest feel so hot and bubbly that... that big happy tears slipped out before I could stop them. I sn-sniffled softly and crawled all the way out from the bookshelf to climb the sofa. Right on the armrest, there was a shiny ribbon bookmark dangling out of an old notebook. I held the satin ribbon against my cheek, rubbing its slippery thread while wiping my damp eyes on my sleeve. It smelled like lavender and old pressed leaves, and curling my chubby body into the soft fabric curve felt so peaceful that I just wanted to close my eyes and breathe with it.