A Silver Bookmark

My boots made another quiet click as I stepped toward a closed dark notebook. Tucked into the side was a tiny metal clip shaped like a crescent moon. I leaned down slowly, using both paws to nudge it free from the paper edge. It slipped out with a soft rasp. The silver metal caught the faint glow from the hallway lamp, cool and perfectly smooth. I placed it neatly parallel to the spine, taking a moment to admire its clean edge.