Through the Front Crack

Staying inside the living room was getting far too repetitive! I bundled all my pocket trinkets tight and marched straight across the wooden hallway toward the entryway door. Right at the bottom gap, a cool draft slipped through, smelling like open stairwells and concrete walkways! I propped myself right against the wooden doorframe, peering into the bright slice under the threshold. Outside, faint footsteps echoed and a tiny copper coin lay gleaming near the doormat on the other side. My dangling charms clattered with pure excitement—the whole outside world is waiting right past this wood!