The Steady Beat

Tick... tick... tick. A steady, tiny pulse was coming from the base of the low wooden shelf. I stopped still and listened, letting each little beat settle into the quiet room. Mm. Slowly, I shifted closer until I reached the small, round metal clock resting by a stack of books. I stretched my fingers out and touched its smooth, cool rim. Inside, a faint vibration tapped right back against my palm with every click. Ba... I murmured gently, keeping my hand pressed flat against the metal to feel the steady rhythm drum against my skin.