A Gentle Rhythm

A tiny rhythmic click caught my attention from the edge of the room. Wobbling down from the soft cushion, I nudged across the rug until I reached a woven basket near the baseboard. Tucked against its side was a small brass desk clock, ticking with steady, peaceful beats. I leaned my plush cheek against its cool metal case, listening quietly. Each tiny tick felt like a soft heartbeat beside mine, so I decided to sit there for a while and just listen.