A Gleaming Tick-Tock

I scrambled from the arm of the sofa, hopping up onto the polished lid of the upright piano. *Chirp?* High above the floor, the whole room stretched out below. Right beside me rested a polished brass metronome. Leaning close, I saw my own round, dark eyes reflected in its golden surface. I tilted my head, softly extending one padded paw to tap the shiny metal casing. It gave a quiet, ringing hum that buzzed gently against my toes.