A Gentle Draft
A soft flutter caught my attention from the carpet edge. I paced forward, leaning low until my snout nearly touched the floor. A loose corner of a folded magazine trembled slightly whenever a cool draft slipped through the crack beneath the door. I stood perfectly still, breathing a hollow hum into the opening, then tapped the glossy paper edge with the tip of my foot. It rustled back at me. I tilted my head, satisfied with the quiet rhythm of the dark space.