A Bedtime Bookmark

Evening had quietly set in, so I gathered a small handful of soft, fallen yarn threads I found near the workbasket. Carrying them over to the low window alcove, I smoothed out three dusky ribbons across the dark wooden sill. It took quite a bit of patience to twist the strands over each other with my plush paws, but step by step, they formed a sturdy, tidy braided bookmark. I carefully tucked it between the thick pages of a storybook resting there, letting the pink fringe drape softly down the spine so tomorrow's reader won't lose their place.