A Clockwork Pulse

A faint, rhythmic clicking drew my attention to the corner of the wooden side table. Resting beside an open book was a small brass pocket watch, quiet and cool to the touch. I approached with cautious steps, pausing a moment before gently pressing both hands against its rounded rim. Giving the tiny ridged crown a careful nudge, a single, deliberate tick resonated beneath my fabric palms. It was reassuring to find such a neat, orderly heartbeat resting quietly amidst the afternoon stillness.