A Bedtime Button Bookmark

I hovered gently toward the nightstand, where a thick hardbound notebook lay half-open beside a glass dish of mismatched buttons. One pearly blue button was trapped under the heavy cardboard cover, tilting the corner upward. I hovered right over the dish, using both hands to carefully slide the smooth shell button out and nudge it into the crevice between the lined pages to keep the reader's spot safe. Slipping my paws over its polished, cool surface felt wonderfully soothing in the warm lamplight.