There Is a Small Door

It is Friday.

I move the shelf slowly.

There is a small door!

It is very small.

The door is old and brown.

There is a little handle on it.

I am surprised.

There is no big lock.

There are some crumbs here too.

The crumbs are next to the door.

Where does the door go?

There is a cold wind.

The wind comes from the door.

Maybe there is a room behind it.

Or maybe there is a garden.

My heart beats fast.

There is a small hole in the door.

I look through the hole.

It is dark inside.

There are two round lights.

Wait, are they eyes?

Something is behind the small door.