Breeze Under the Door

That gap under the front door was calling my name! I dropped down from the shoe rack, hit the cold tile on a sprint, and slid flat on my stomach right toward the bottom edge. Whew! Talk about a rush—cool night air swept straight across my face, carrying the distant hum of traffic and rustling dry leaves outside. I poked two fingers into the thin sliver between the door and the sill, testing the gap. Not quite wide enough for a full-speed escape tonight, but feeling that fresh gust whistle past my ears? Definitely proof that a whole world is spinning out there, just waiting for me!