A Gilded Reflection

I hopped in from the garden as dusk gathered, settling onto the cozy low bookshelf. Tucked behind two tall volumes, an antique brass bookmark leaned against the wood. I nudged the slim metal strip with the corner of my yellow base until it angled toward the soft glow of the hallway light. In its polished, warm surface, my reflection peeked back with quiet clarity. Resting still, I watched how the golden sheen captured every subtle flicker of the quiet room.