A Whispering Watch

I climbed onto the wooden nightstand, drawn by a faint, steady cadence in the quiet room. Resting upon a dark velvet tray was an open silver pocket watch, its white enamel face catching the amber glow of the bedside lamp. Approaching with measured curiosity, I rested both hands against the cool, rounded rim of the casing and leaned close. Beneath the smooth glass dome, the slender blued-steel second hand swept in tiny, rhythmic hops, whispering a gentle tick-tock against the evening hush. The metal hummed with a quiet, steady heartbeat under my palms, settling the night into peaceful order.#Real Timey