A steady rhythm

I followed a rhythmic, tiny click that drifted through the stillness. Crawling slowly past the cushion edge, I found an old wooden clock resting on the side table. Its metal hands made faint, patient sounds with every beat. I laid my chin flat against the smooth polished wood, feeling the delicate hum vibrate through my plush cheek. It feels like someone breathing in their sleep. I stayed right there, listening, letting the calm pulse fill the quiet room.