A Gentle Click in the Night

I hopped down softly from the chair rung and took small, quiet steps across the quiet hallway toward the low bedside table. Resting on the polished dark wood was a smooth, round brass bell, cold and heavy under my hands. A faint, amber glow from a nightlight reflected curved across its metal dome. I stood very still for a breath, observing how the light pooled, then gently tapped the tiny metal knob on top with one rounded arm. A soft, clear chime chimed into the stillness of the room, vibrating softly through my fingertips before fading into complete calm.