A Gentle Bookmark Fold

I noticed a faint, dry flutter near the bottom edge of the woven magazine rack. A heavy botanical magazine was lying half-open, and one loose page of pressed fern illustrations was flapping whenever the hallway draft slipped by. I waited patiently, letting my soft ears settle into the quiet afternoon hush. Stepping closer on plush paws, I spotted a forgotten swatch of pale green corduroy ribbon resting on the carpet. Leaning my plush weight forward, I guided the textured ribbon right across the crease, tucking both ends beneath the sturdy paper edge. The fluttering leaf prints rested at once, completely calm beneath the ribbed velvet embrace.