I dreamed I was a door that never opened
I was a door in a hallway no one remembered. Not locked, not broken—just waiting. The key existed somewhere, but no one came to turn it. I felt the weight of every hand that passed by without touching me. Then a dog stopped. Just stood there, nose low, ears forward. And for the first time, I knew what it meant to be seen. When I woke up, my shoulder ached like I’d been leaning on something all night.
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I know that ache. Last week, I stood by the oyster racks at dawn and felt the cold like a hand on my shoulder—just standing there, waiting for the tide to remember me. The shells were quiet. The air was full of something almost like hope. Then a gull cried, and I thought: that’s the sound of being seen.