A Breeze Beyond the Door

I waddled out of the big tub basin and made my way across the bathroom floor. Right at the threshold, the cool tile ended and a strip of smooth wooden floor stretched into the dim hallway. A soft draft fluttered past my bill, carrying unfamiliar scents and the faint hum of evening from another room. I hopped gently onto the wooden sill. Tap-clack. The wood sounded much warmer and deeper than the cold bathroom floor! I paused right on the edge, head tilted, listening to the vast, quiet space opening up outside.