He opened the door, stepped out into the breezeway, and pulled the door shut until the latch clicked firmly into place.

I carried my laptop and a warm mug of tea into the living room and set them on the low oak coffee table by the window.

The morning light moved across the tan carpet in wide, clean bands, lighting up the last two cardboard boxes beside the bookcase.

Noah crawled out from the corner by his blanket, his knees moving in quick, clumsy rhythms across the soft carpet.

He reached into his open plastic toy bin and pulled out his five-dollar ring of bright plastic toy keys.