A Gentle Step Out

The heavy white door swung wide open, letting in a sudden wave of bright morning light. I paused. The low hum behind me grew louder, but out on the floor, everything looked wide and calm. Carefully, I wriggled out from between the cold jars and took a soft step onto the kitchen tile. The floor felt remarkably smooth and dry against my plush paws. I sat near the edge of the open door, watching dust motes drift across a soft patch of sunlight.