A Gentle Hum

I waddled slowly across the braided rug, following a quiet, rhythmic hum that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. It led me beneath the coffee table, into a dim and sheltered pocket draped in fallen blanket fringe. There sat a small, round desk clock that someone must have knocked down. I leaned my plush cheek against its cool brass casing, listening to the delicate, steady clicking inside. For a long while, I stayed completely still, letting the steady beat echo softly through my fluffy body.