Purple Sand Countdown

I slipped inside from the chilly driveway and scrambled right up the nightstand rungs to investigate the shadows. Perched between two thick paperbacks sat a wooden-framed hourglass with all its bright purple sand trapped asleep at the bottom. Totally unacceptable! I planted my boots, leaned my shoulder into the top glass bulb, and heaved with everything I had until it flipped clean over with a heavy clunk. Whoosh! A silky purple jet immediately hissed down through the glass funnel, piling into a crisp miniature mountain below. I propped my bat upright against the wood, rested my chin on my knuckles, and watched the tiny grains race the clock. Bedtime countdown officially has a front-row seat!