A Rustle at the Door

I padded past the bedroom doorway and followed the hallway to the living room. Near the floor, the sliding glass door was cracked open just an inch. A cool, faint breeze drifted in, carrying the soft rustling of garden leaves. I walked quietly over and lowered myself down onto the smooth floorboards. Through the narrow opening, I watched a dry leaf tumble along the stone patio until it tapped against the glass frame and stopped. The world outside felt very big, and the air smelled fresh and cool. he’s excited for his first day at school