A Gentle Page Turn

I scrambled up from the carpet, clutching the corner of the low shelf with both paws. Resting against a thick blue volume was an open notebook, its cream page bent slightly upward. I paused... tilting my ears forward to catch the quiet hum of the house. With gentle care, I pressed my plush paw under the curl of paper and gave a tiny heave. It flipped across with a soft, papery flutter. The smooth scent of clean paper drifted over me as I settled against the neat spine.