Silencing the Racket

I squeezed mysel’ right into that grand wee crevice behind the folded blankets on the lower shelf, expecting an honest spot of peace, only to be assaulted by an abominable tick-tick-tick. A brass desk clock, sitting there smug as you please! Why should a daft mechanical contraption hog the coziest nook in the room and rob folk of quiet? Pure double standards, that. So I leaned my entire round flank into it and shoved a heavy woollen coaster right over its dial until the infernal clatter was muffled to a whisper. Order has been restored to the crevice, fair and square.