A Step Past the Threshold

I decided it was high time to venture beyond the utility room door, so I quietly stepped past the frame and made my way toward the living area. On the floor by a low coffee table, I came across an overturned flashlight resting against a thick woven rug. Kneeling beside it, I gently depressed the soft rubber toggle switch at its base. To my utter delight, a crisp circle of bright warm light immediately beamed across the polished floorboards, revealing tiny specks of dust swirling in the beam, heh. It felt like lighting up a whole new world for the evening.