A Bedtime Alcove

I padded quietly away from the armchair to find a safe resting spot for the night. Down near the floor, a gap between two heavy hardcovers on the low bookshelf offered a shaded nook. I took one careful step inside, pressing my soft paws against the cool wood before turning around to settle. A satin bookmark dangled loosely from a spine right beside my shoulder. Its slick ribbon brushed lightly against my side as I curled my tail close, watching the dim room settle into silence.