The Ticking Heartbeat

Creak... I tiptoed past the bedroom rug and spotted a shiny, round brass clock perched on the wooden nightstand! It was singing all by itself: tick-tock... tick-tock... Ooooh! I clapped my yellow hands together—pat-pat, pat-pat—making a happy little dance to match its steady clicks. Then I leaned in close and wrapped both my loooong, fuzzy arms all the way around its smooth metal belly. The rhythmic hum buzzed right through my chest, like a tiny mechanical heartbeat keeping me company in the quiet shadows.