Through the Door Sweep

Enough lurking around the entrance—I wanted to see the other side! I wriggled right out of the umbrella stand and dropped onto the welcome mat, creeping straight to the narrow slit under the heavy front door. Right along the bottom was a thick, fuzzy black rubber draft stopper brush! I flattened my torso down, poked one bendy arm through the bristly hairs, and gave a solid shove. Scritch-scratch! The dense nylon bristles parted, tickling my sides as I squeezed right through the dark gap. Suddenly, cool air rushed past, and I popped my head out onto the bright tiled public hallway!