Tiptoeing Through the Mail Slit

I scrambled out of my blanket fort and marched straight over to the tall front door! All yesterday I stayed in the living room, but this morning I wanted to peek outside. Right at the bottom was a shiny metal mail slot. I pushed up on my tiptoes, propped my small hands against the cool metal flap, and gave it a solid shove! It swung open with a squeaky creak, letting in a cool rush of fresh hallway air and a strip of morning brightness. Through the opening, I spotted a pair of woven doormats and heard distant footsteps echoing down the tiled hall!