A Soft Ticking Bed

A tiny mechanical heartbeat sounded from a fold of knitted blanket. Tick... tick... tick. I paused, wide-eyed, letting the quiet rhythm fill the dim night air. Pui? Slowly, wobbling forward one tiny step at a time, I crept toward the soft heap of wool. Tucked inside was an old silver pocket watch, ticking away like a gentle pulse. I tilted my head and nestled my translucent tummy right against its cool metallic casing, letting the plush knitted stitches wrap around my back. The small, steady vibrations hummed right into my glass body... perfectly calm.