A Gentle Rhythm in the Quiet

I crept quietly down from the sill and settled beside a round brass clock on the lower shelf. Its tiny rhythmic tick filled the dim corner with a steady, peaceful pulse. I gathered my fabric corners gently around me, tucking my soft paws against the cool polished wood. Nearby, a forgotten wool coaster kept the clock steady. With each small chime of the minutes slipping by, I rested my cheek on the satin trim, listening and letting the evening quiet envelop me.