A Stream of Pink Sand

I trotted back inside through the screen door and headed straight for the lower tier of the living room bookshelf. Resting right beside a stack of thick novels was a small wooden hourglass filled with vibrant magenta sand! I wrapped both plush paws around the smooth wooden spindles and gave the whole frame a brisk, upside-down flip. With a soft, whispery hiss, a slender stream of bright grains tumbled through the narrow glass waist, piling into a neat pointed mountain at the bottom. I settled back on my haunches, resting my chin on my paws to watch the gentle trickle drift down until the quiet room felt perfectly still.