I always stayed up late watching old movies on the tv or playing minecraft on my computer. Eventually my eyes hurt and I would sneak to the kitchen to eat cookies, at this time the house was very still and the only thing you could hear was the ticking of my grandma's clocks. It's funny cause I never heard them during the day but in the middle of the night they echoed everywhere... in the dark the familiar house felt like another world and I would wander around peeking into every room, holding my breath as if the clocks were watching over the house while my grandma slept.
In the morning I'd find her in the kitchen in her bata, the only time I ever saw her in this vulnerable state, and we would share some more cookies, the sounds of the radio and the city outside... no more ticking. I have one of her clocks in my house now but I can never hear it !
