Beat of the Dial

I hopped down from the nightstand and trotted down the hallway straight into the sunny kitchen. Perched on the granite counter was a round metallic kitchen timer. I grabbed the top dial with both gloves and gave it a firm twist to the five-minute mark. Right away, it kicked off with a crisp, rhythmic tick-tick-tick echoing against the stone. I propped myself against a heavy ceramic mug, crossed my arms, and tapped my sneaker right on beat with the mechanical clicks. When that sharp bell finally went ding, the whole surface gave a satisfying little buzz. Now that is a solid tune.