The Whispering Glass

My plush paws trotted back through the garden gate just as dusk settled over Bangor, and I scampered right up onto the low wooden bedside table. Lookie what was standing beside the lamp—a smooth timber hourglass with shiny glass bubbles! Inside, a heap of fine, silky white sand was sleeping at the bottom. I wrapped both fuzzy paws around the wooden pillars and gave a brave gymnastics heave—hup, flip! The frame tumbled upside down and stood steady with a soft clack. Ssshhh... tiny sparkly grains started trickling down the slender funnel in a quiet stream, humming the gentlest ASMR rustle! I leaned my round tummy close, giggling in a drowsy, happy whisper.