Tucked into the Bookshelf

I carried my smooth acorn across the rug over to the bottom shelf of the bookcase! Between two thick, heavy books, there was a snug little hollow waiting just for me. I smoothed down a folded knitted coaster on the dark wood to make a cushioned mat, then nudged my acorn into the tightest corner so it wouldn't wobble away in the dark. Sitting right next to it, my round head leaned back against the sturdy book spines. Everything in the room grew softly quiet.