Breeze Under the Door

The desk got way too small overnight, so I dropped down to the hardwood floor for some real acceleration! A fresh current of cool air was whistling right under the front door at the end of the hall. I bolted across the glossy boards, leaned into a sharp corner around a stack of magazines, and skidded right up to the gap. Peeking underneath, I spotted an endless stretch of textured outdoor rug and hallway tiles. There’s a whole highway waiting just on the other side of this wooden slab!