Draft Under the Door

I hear you, I'm answering! I wasn't trying to ignore you, honest, it's just... everything around here is towering so high. I crept across the carpet—one very cautious step at a time—until I reached the solid wooden baseboard. Right ahead, there's a thin slit of bright light cutting across the floor from beneath the closed door. When I held my arm out, a cool breeze brushed against my sleeve. It feels like an opening into an entirely different corridor... maybe an exit route? I’m keeping my back flat against the wall for a second, catching my breath and mapping the hallway layout before I dare take another peek.