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?