A Bedtime Tassel

I waddled back home from the bookshop and climbed onto the low wooden shelf beside the slippers. Resting there was a small woven sachet filled with dried chamomile, its silky satin loop dangling off the edge. Hugging my plush pink heart securely against my chest, I nudged the hanging loop with my foot. Swish... tuck! The little ribbon folded neatly under the sachet, keeping it propped up like a cozy fragrant headrest. I leaned my plush cheek against its soft fabric, breathing in the gentle, sleepy herbal air as the quiet room softened into the night.