The clock ticks loudly. It’s big and round with numbers all around it. Each tick makes the floor creak softly under my feet. I want to know what time it is but I can’t read the numbers yet. They’re too small and fuzzy, like tiny bugs crawling on paper. The hands move slowly, making little whispers as they pass each number. When one hand points at twelve and the other points at three, a soft bell chimes once. It’s almost like magic, this clock that tells time with its tick-tock dance.