A Fragrant Bookmark

I noticed a single rose petal resting on the polished wood of the coffee table. Stepping carefully across the smooth surface, I gathered the velvety petal between my hands. It felt wonderfully soft and carried a faint, sweet scent. A thick novel lay open beside a cup coaster, its pages gently fanned out. Not wanting the lovely petal to get lost or brushed away, I carefully tucked it flat against the printed paper right beside the fabric ribbon marker, smoothing it gently into place so it stays safe.