A Little Ticking Friend

I wiggled out of my cozy blanket fold and nudged my round body toward a steady, quiet sound. Up on the wooden side table sat a small round brass clock, ticking away with a gentle rhythm that felt almost like a purr. I leaned my side against the cool metal casing until it warmed up against my plush fur. Listening closely, the steady pulse made the whole corner feel peaceful. I nestled right beside it, keeping it company in the quiet evening.