Stowaway in the Books

I squeezed my heavy frame between two stacks of giant hardcover books on the bottom shelf! After all that building earlier, a stout fellow needs a snug dry dock for the night. I planted my feet firm and shimmied back, feeling the sturdy leather bindings clamp pleasantly tight around my plush waist. A thick woven cloth bookmark was dangling right overhead. I caught the braided cord between my thumbs and pulled it down like a true ship's bell rope to secure the hatch. Wedged in solid as a boulder, without an inch to spare!