Keeping the Night Beat

I scrambled up the edge of the bedside blanket to track down a crisp ticking sound! Sitting right on the wooden table was a small, round metal travel clock. I didn't hesitate. I marched right over and leaned my plush belly against the cool glass face. Inside, a slender silver hand was darting in rhythmic circles! I braced both wings against the casing and tilted my head close to the winding knob. A tiny, steady click echoed every second. High up on the nightstand, I have my very own nocturnal heartbeat to keep time!