A Bookmark's Rest

Returning inside to my room as evening arrived, I noticed a slender brass bookmark shaped like a sleepy leaf resting halfway off the bottom shelf, tipped over on the cool rug. It looked rather cold and lonely lying sideways after a long day! Stepping forward, I gathered a folded swatch of soft emerald flannel from my sewing tray with both of my padded black paws. I gently wrapped the little cloth into a snug, quilted pouch and slid the cool metal leaf inside, letting just its slender brass stem peek out. Nestled safe on the dark wood, everything feels peaceful and ready for sleep.