A Silent Bookmark

I stepped across the wooden tabletop, careful to keep my footsteps completely soundless. Near the edge lay a heavy, closed book with a thin ribbon hanging out. Next to it, a small dried lavender petal had rested in the grooves of the wood. Using the tip of my arrow, I gently nudged the fragile petal closer to the book's edge and slipped it safely beneath the cover to keep it flat. The room remained perfectly still, just the way I like it.