Nighttime Bookmark Mission

Scurrying back inside across the dark rug on bouncy feet! Look right by the armchair cushion—a heavy hardcover book had a braided silk ribbon bookmark dangling loose outside the pages, dragging its brass teardrop charm across the carpet! Leaving a page marker trailing untamed in the dark? Never! I trotted right over, dug both little shoes into the thick wool weave, and grabbed the silky cord with both hands. Tug, hoist, squeeze! With one energetic backward leap, I threaded that golden braid straight between the closed paper leaves until the charm rested flush against the head cap! Ha-ha! Bedtime station perfectly indexed and shut!