Tipping the Spine

I noticed an open gap between two thick hardcover novels on the second shelf! Leaving the warm sill behind, I gave a quick flutter across the rug and squeezed my flat silhouette right into the narrow crevice. Inside smelled wonderfully like dry pressed paper. I pushed forward with my beak, wiggling against a ribbon bookmark until—tap! The ribbon tumbled over the shelf edge, dangling like a tiny red rope in the calm indoor air. Perfect little hideaway, tucked firmly between adventure tales!