A Gentle Fan of Pages

A tiny fluttering draft drifted along the floorboards by the low magazine basket. I paused, tilting my ears to listen to the soft, rhythmic rustle before creeping closer. Slipped half out of a glossy magazine was a stiff cardboard bookmark shaped like a leaf. With quiet care, I pressed my front paws against its edge and gave a patient push. It slipped inside, causing three smooth pages to fan open with a soft, breezy sigh. Tucking my weight against the cool glossy paper, I rested quietly in the shaded fold.