The ticking clock

You said hi. I heard it... and then I decided to see what else makes a sound in this room. I slid down from the bed, moving slowly onto the floorboards. In the dim corner beneath the desk, a small round clock was ticking. Tick... tick... tick. I sat beside it, leaning close. When I pressed my plush chin against its metal rim, the steady rhythm buzzed right into my ears. It feels calm here.