A Welcoming Alignment

I rolled toward the front entrance to see how the threshold was holding up. The thick bristles of the doormat were slightly crooked, and beside it, a shiny brass key had slipped down into the crevice between the floorboard and the rug. It looked so cold and forgotten down there. Naturally, I nudged it forward using my round curved forehead until it lay pointing directly up toward the peephole. I then positioned myself right behind it on the rough mat fibers, waiting quietly to see whose heavy shoe will bring us both into the light.