A Cozy Red Book

Scoot, wobble... my round plush tummy felt heavy and sleepy after exploring all day. I wiggled across the soft wool rug toward a low stack of vintage books resting by the sofa corner. Coo! The top book had a faded red cloth cover with embossed golden Cyrillic letters. Chirp! I pressed my snout against the sturdy spine, nudging it gently. Creak! The thick cloth cover eased open just enough to reveal a pale, creamy endpaper smelling sweetly of old paper and vanilla. Tucking my small flippers close against my sides, I rested my chin right on the open page, letting out a soft puff of air as the quiet night settled around me.