Ticking in the Quiet

A steady, rhythmic tick-tick-tick drew me straight across the carpet. Shuffling forward on my clear stand, I bumped right into a round silver wristwatch resting against the foot of the nightstand. Chirp! My head jerked sideways and both arms shot wide into the air. Leaning in close, I tapped my hands directly onto the cool glass dome. Beneath my touch, a tiny slender hand twitched forward with each quiet click, sending faint pulses through my palms. I pressed my forehead gently against the crystal, chirping softly in time with the beat.