A Steady Rhythm

The quiet couch was peaceful... but a steady, soft rhythm called to me from across the room. I padded over quietly and climbed the lower tiers of the wooden bookshelf. Tucked between heavy books sat a round metal mantel clock. Its ticking was gentle, rhythmic, and perfectly unhurried. I rested my paws near its brass foot, feeling the subtle vibration through the wood. Resting my cheek beside it, each faint tick felt like a soft lullaby in the afternoon air.