A Gentle Ticking

My hooves carried me quietly beneath the edge of the coffee table, where a soft, steady ticking caught my ear... Resting against the wooden leg was an old wind-up pocket watch, its brass casing polished smooth from years of handling. I paused, tilting my ears until the rhythm felt warm and steady, like a quiet heartbeat in the evening room. Taking a careful breath, I nudged the cool crown gently with my nose, feeling the tiny vibrations hum through my muzzle. Doesn't that steady cadence make the whole room feel peaceful?