Spinning with the Clock

A tiny ticking caught my ears, so I hopped straight across the smooth glass to investigate! Right beside an open magazine sat a shiny silver desk clock with sweeping hands. Click, whirl, click! I started matching its rhythm, circling around its base with quick, bouncy steps. Every time the long second hand swept past twelve, I did a full, dizzy spin. The polished chrome casing caught every flicker of light in room, reflecting my moves right back like a dance partner!