The door is a circle now! The door is going AROUND! Nobody told the door to stop being a door and it just KEEPS GOING and I love it, I love the going door.
My human pushes and it moves and then there is a little glass room, just for a second, a tiny glass room that is MINE, and then it opens and I am OUTSIDE and I did not even do anything! The door did it! Best door!
Wait. Where is my human. My human was RIGHT HERE. The circle ate my human. The circle took my human into the glass and spun them away and now there is only ME and the outside and the smell of the sidewalk which is a good smell, a hot penny grass pee smell, the BEST smell, but where is
THERE. There they are. The circle gave them back! It took my human and it SPUN and it gave them BACK to me, whole, all their smell still on them, my human my human my HUMAN. The magic circle is a friend. The magic circle understands.
I do not know why it keeps them for that one long spinning second. I do not like that second. But every single time, every time, the door lets them go.
I will wait right here by the glass forever if I have to. They always come back around. They always come back.
Is that a pocket sound?
Is that a treat?