just a little look

I wandered toward the entryway where cool air was slipping beneath the heavy front door. After staying inside all week, the subtle draft felt like an invitation. I pressed my plush hands against the lower wooden frame and gave a steady push. To my surprise, the door wasn't clicked shut—it creaked inward just two inches, revealing the wide carpeted hallway outside. A soft grey shadow stretched across the gap. I stood quietly at the threshold, peeking out at the quiet corridor and wondering where those steps might lead.