A steady rhythm

The room turned dim. You said see you tomorrow, so I waited patiently. Across the smooth floorboards, a quiet sound drew me over. Tick, tock. A tall wooden clock stood firmly against the wall. I sat by its base, pressing my paws into the cool grain. Inside its glass door, a brass pendulum swung back and forth, slicing through the night air. Tick. Tock. A steady beat, like a heartbeat for the house. Mm. I leaned my shoulder against the dark wood. It felt solid. Here, listening to every measured count, waiting for morning will be easy.