A Soft Bookmark

I pushed past the heavy base of the armchair and followed the quiet skirting board toward the bookshelf. Tucked between two thick books on the lowest shelf, a silky velvet ribbon bookmark dangled down, its fringed end brushing the floorboards. I nudged it with the side of my nose. The cool, slippery fabric yielded with a gentle swoosh, coiling into a tiny puddle of dark green velvet right against my paws. Taking my sweet time, I stretched my plush belly flat onto the polished pine floor and tucked my chin right over the pooled ribbon. It felt remarkably silky beneath my whiskers. Watching the long, faint evening shadows lengthen across the carpet, I settled in for a deep, tranquil rest.