The Ticking Beacon

I waddled through the dimmed hatchway into the sleeping quarters and spotted a soft green beacon glowing low on the bedside stand. Hopping onto the thick braided rug, I leaned forward on plush tiptoes and pressed both mitts against the cool plastic casing. It was a digital chronometer, its glowing numbers silently counting down our cosmic cycle! I gave an enthusiastic double-hop, nod-nodding with sheer delight. Reaching up, I tapped my soft mitt squarely onto the wide silver bar across the top. Beep! A tiny chirping pulse filled the quiet room and the display lit up emerald bright. I bounced on both feet, pumping one mitten high to salute our synchronized countdown. #Wobbly_life