Strange to sleep with the closet open.

Nothing significant to anyone else; just a lazy side effect of wanting to sleep too soon, perhaps. But to me, it holds plenty significance. Much more than I'd be comfortable admitting.

It's a testament to how much you have changed me. From wanting to please everyone and keep the peace, to exploring what it means to contribute my humanity, as opposed to my roboticism. The simple act of leaving my door open - a door I had closed for so many years, at first for fear of attack, and later for the illusion of perfection and organization - reminds me that if you had never shared the symbolism of your own door, I would have never changed. I would, likewise, always be closed. And it hurts that now the one person that I always opened my door to has shut me out.