During Christmas, Little Bear spent a couple nights with me. When he came to my room and crawled in beside me, I didn’t question why. I am always happy for his company, always wonder if this will be the last time he needs me … so I cherish his presence. Sometimes we chat. That night it was late. We settled down quickly. He asked me to close the door.
I can’t sleep with the door closed.
Well, I can’t sleep with it open. If it’s closed, nothing can get in.
So I closed the door. Funny though, I like to sleep with the door open so I can see what’s coming.
Open door … closed door. Wonder what that says about us. How about you? Do you sleep with your door open? Or do you sleep with your door closed?
Random thoughts.
Twice-Loved 
I like the door closed. Years ago when my boys were young, I used to like it open. We got a cat and over time he would come in, in the middle of the night and either paw at my side of the bed or jump up on me to be let out (he was an outdoor cat). It mattered not if the door was closed though. In the end, it was always me who got up in the middle of the night. He’s long gone……I still sleep with the door closed 🙂
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