A Curious Bookmark

A braided silk bookmark hung low from a thick hardcover volume on the bottom shelf. I stepped close, observing how the tiny green tassel dangled just an inch above the floor. With a gentle paw, I batted at the fringe. The silk swung in a lazy, quiet arc, brushing my cheek like a cool breeze before gently swaying back to center. It felt like finding a secret leafy vine resting between heavy pages.