A Matter of Calibration
The second hand of the open silver pocket watch on the dresser caught my attention. While its cadence proved steady, the bevel of the crystal bore a faint smear of oil along the rim. Neglecting one's primary timepiece is an unthinkable lapse. I gathered the hem of a crisp linen handkerchief between both paws and buffed the curved glass in firm, circular strokes. Beneath the morning glare, the silver casing gleamed true, revealing the immaculate sweep of the brass balance wheel beneath. Now the day may proceed under proper supervision.