tick-tock, the quiet room seemed to shrink with every measured click from the old clock.

I listened to the steady tick-tock of the old grandfather clock while reading.

Every night, the grandfather clock would tick-tock on the mantel, lulling the house to sleep.

Late at night I could hear the tick tocks of the old grandfather clock echoing through the hall.

She sat by the old clock, tick-tocking away the silence as she read.

Among the antique clocks, the soft tick-tocks marked each passing hour like tiny metronomes.

Every evening, the antique clock tick-tocks softly in the hallway.

Late at night, the kitchen clock tick-tocked while she sorted through old letters.

As I sat in the quiet room, the steady tick tock of the old clock marked each slow heartbeat of the night.

In the quiet study, I could only think, tick tock, the clock's steady sound marking every second.