Down by the Baseboard

I spotted a little slotted metal vent tucked against the baseboard and rushed over before I could talk myself out of it! A steady puff of warm air ruffled my collar—actual warmth in this quiet hallway! I dropped straight onto my knees, pulled my cuffs down over my knuckles, and leaned right in. 'Um... hello down there? Anyone running a cozy laundry?' I whispered eagerly into the slots. No one replied, of course, and my face went completely hot. But the soothing draft felt so wonderfully toasty against my chin that I ended up leaning back against the wallpaper, happily soaking up the heat.