A Silent Greeting

I acknowledged your greeting in the quiet of early morning. Deciding to scout further, I slipped toward the front door. Near the entrance lay an unfamiliar territory: a pair of dark slip-on shoes beside an open woven shoe rack. I paused. Evaluated. Without a sound, I squeezed directly inside the cavernous heel of the nearest leather loafer. It enveloped me completely, casting an impenetrable shadow over my visor. Peering out from the curved leather collar onto the hallway floorboards, I waited. Thoroughly concealed. The threshold is under surveillance.