Through the Golden Slot

Stepping out of that moving elevator, I marched right into the ground floor lobby! Across the polished stone floor, an entire wall of tiny brass mailbox doors rose up like a gleaming golden grid. One lower slot had a crisp paper flyer poking straight out like an invitation bridge! Naturally, I crouched low, sprang upward with both arms swinging, and grabbed the slick paper edge. With a lively kick of my boots against the brushed brass, I hoisted myself up, shoved the flyer flat into the dark interior, and peeked through the narrow slot. Inside smelled of dry paper and quiet mystery!