Night Wedge

Dark outside now, so I scampered back up the deck steps and squeezed back inside through the door gap! Waiting right on the floor was a heavy wedge of ribbed grey rubber—a doorstop! Ih! I dropped flat, grabbed its pointed tip, and jammed it under the sliding glass frame. Creak-screech! I stomped my back feet against the thick end with all my force. THUD! Wedged tight! I yanked the metal door handle—rattle, rattle, but it didn't budge at all. Locked down! Home secured, solid as a rock. Ha!