At the Door
Knock, knock.
Kyle looked up from the blocks in his hand. He had been building skyscrapers on the scratchy psychedelic rug in the living room. He had been thinking of toppling them like a dinosaur on TV, but a knock distracted him.
He paused for a moment, then started building with his blocks again. The sweet, sappy smell felt nice in his nose for some reason. He grabbed a little red car next to him and raced it around the giant streets of Kyleville.
Knock, knock.
He stopped again and looked up. He had heard some sort of knock from the other room. Kyle leaned forward and, when his butt got off the ground, he used his hands to stand up. His legs were still a bit shaky - this whole walking thing was still new to him.
Knock, knock.
Kyle walked - more like hobbled - to the hallway leading to the front door. He looked down the hallway both ways, the food place on one side, the door to outside on the other. Usually the tall people were around him, but they were somewhere else. Did they hear the knocks? Kyle’s open jaw drooled a bit - he didn’t mind.
Kyle held onto the wall and waddled towards the front door. A window next to the door looked out onto the front yard, but Kyle only saw large versions of his car.
Knock.
He got to the door and paused, looking around for the tall people. Usually the big people were angry when he tried to open the door, but no one was there to stop him. Plus, Kyle was a curious little boy. He couldn’t imagine everything that waited outside.
Knock. Knock, knock.
Kyle reached for the door and tried to remember how the tall people had moved it earlier. That’s right, Kyle remembered now, they had gone outside. Maybe it was the tall people coming back inside. Or coming to take him outside. He liked going outside.
He worked the handle up and nothing happened. He pulled it down towards him right as he lost his balance and fell on his butt. Somehow, the door creaked inward just enough to stay open. Kyle climbed back up onto his feet and pulled the door open.
The sun was bright and the smell reminded him of his blocks - the same sappy, rich smell. A tall person stood at the door wearing blue on the top and bottom. Like all the tall people, he said something unintelligible and picked Kyle up. Kyle saw lights flashing the color of his car and one the color of the tall person’s shirt.
A small gold thing caught the sun and Kyle reached for it. He held it, his tiny fingers tracing the indents in it. At the top was the outline of a city just like the one Kyle had been building inside. He pat the gold shiny thing and then drooled a little bit more.