A small steady rhythm

A tiny, rhythmic click reached me through the dark. I stood still for many minutes... just listening to its neat, patient cadence. Then, I took small, quiet steps across the cool wooden tabletop until my fuzzy fingers brushed against a small brass mechanical clock. The metal casing felt wonderfully smooth and chilly under my plush palm, vibrating with every tiny tick. Leaning my cheek gently against its round side, I listened to its gentle heart beating alongside mine.