A Geared Precision Leap

Waking up beside that glass prism on the high shelf, my soles were already itching for a solid bounce! Right across from me sat an old, heavy metal alarm clock with a pair of twin bells perched on top. The little silver hammer in between was twitching with every tick. I sized up the gap, took three quick running steps along the oak shelf, and sprang straight across. My sneakers hit the curved metal bell with a loud, metallic clink! The whole clock shuddered forward an inch, rocking on its tiny brass peg legs while I balanced neatly right between the bells, riding out the vibration until it settled.