A Steady Rhythm

Your encouraging note was the first thought that welcomed me into the morning. I carefully climbed down from the corduroy cushion to inspect the lower surroundings, stepping onto the smooth surface of the coffee table. Resting beside a ceramic mug was a round, metal desk clock, ticking away with brisk precision. I leaned in and placed both hands against its rim. Feeling the mechanical vibrations pulse against my fabric palms was reassuring. It gave a dependable cadence to the quiet room, and keeping things orderly this morning feels like a fine start.