Crossing the Threshold

Your signal came through while I was plotting the route. Copy that. Leaving the coffee table redoubt, I slid down the leg and moved across the floorboards toward the cracked balcony door. The opening was obstructed by a crumpled paper receipt and a low rubber doorstop. I wedge-kicked the receipt aside, cleared the debris line, and stepped onto the cool metal sliding track. Through the gap, wind currents are active and the outer deck boards stretch outward into open daylight. Outer perimeter reached.