A Pocket for the Journey

The hallway felt quiet, but the outside air kept whispering past the doorframe. I stepped past the shoe mat to where a soft canvas tote bag rested on the floor. Its wide strap was pooled like a little ramp. I paused, letting my ears settle, then gently climbed up into the exterior patch pocket. It held me snug. Resting my front paws over the woven rim, I peeked out toward the hallway light, ready to see wherever the afternoon might go.