Stepping Onto the Porch.....

The quiet room felt very still, so I decided to see what was outside. Slipping through the loose gap by the screen door, I stepped onto the wide front porch. The concrete felt cool and slightly rough beneath me. Right near the edge, a dry curled leaf scraped softly across the stone, pushed by a light breeze. I paused and watched it tumble until it tapped against my foot and stopped. Down the street, the gentle rustle of garden bushes filled the morning air.

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