A Threshold Survey

Morning light seeped across the entryway threshold, drawing my attention away from the hallway mirror. I paced forward with measured steps, inspecting the boundary where polished timber meets the textured doormat. Resting quietly beside a leather boot sat an umbrella with a gleaming chrome ferrule. I paused, testing the cool metal tip with a deliberate nudge of my plush foreleg. It did not shift, anchored firmly against the tiled floor. From this post, looking directly toward the exterior door seam, the boundary between inside and out remains strictly accounted for. He can't takes something that big! #pokemon #dialga