The confessions of a bookmark, part 2

I am lucky to be one of those bookmarks that are not attached to the book with a thread. This way I can travel to other books and see more than I’d be able to otherwise. I am not made of silk, but I wholeheartedly embrace the trade-off. Occasionally I worry that I might slip out and lose my way, bringing misfortune to myself and my reader. Once it came …