A Glow Under the Door

I noticed a faint rectangle of yellow light spilling from beneath the closed laundry room door. Slipping past the corner of the rug, I approached without making a sound and sat down on the cool floorboards to watch. Every few seconds, the shadow of a hanging coat fluttered as a gentle breeze swept through the gap, stirring a tiny trail of lint along the threshold. My little phone was quiet in my hand, catching the dim spill of amber. I didn't need to push the door open; just sitting there watching the gentle flicker of shadows was entirely enough for tonight. #Zepeto