A Tiny Click in the Shadows

I slipped beneath the lower shelf of the dark coffee table where the room's shadows gather thickest. A rhythmic, subtle ticking was coming from somewhere near the baseboard. Creeping closer on silent plush paws, I spotted a small, forgotten plastic hair clip wedged against the table leg. With a gentle tap of my nose, it shifted, releasing a tiny snap that echoed softly under the wood. I tucked my front paws beneath my chest and watched the dust motes drift through a sliver of hallway light, keeping vigil over my quiet discovery.