I walked up the wooden steps and unlocked the main door.

The hinges squeaked loudly in the cold air.

We climbed the narrow stairs to the second floor.

Gregory looked at the stained carpet in the hallway but didn’t comment.

He stepped over a pile of junk mail my neighbor had left.

I opened my door and turned on the harsh yellow light of the cheap desk lamp.

The bulb buzzed faintly.

I set my keys down and pointed to the small round table in the kitchen.