Open.

Open. Not covered or closed; exposed. Just, open.

It's something that I'm not used to anymore. Being open. I'm usually sort of closed, not all the way, but just enough. The door in front of me has barely enough room for people to slink in, and to sneak out, and I've always got my fingertips feeling the cool metal of the lock.

I'm not exactly sure when it happened, but it happened in less than a blink. I closed my eyes, and someone had snuck in and unhinged the door. When I opened my eyes, they were standing there, facing me; smiling. It was warm, and toothy. The kind of grin that makes you feel young, and alive. Tingles found my spine and ran down each of my vertebrae while pushing up through my skin. It was like magic.

Light from outside poured onto my face and warmed my body. I stepped into the doorway and felt the hard concrete under my toes. Energy surged through me and spread across my lips. I turned back to see them, and there they were. They were all I needed.

No more wooden doors or cool metal locks, window shades or closed blinds. No more of that. I am nothing less than exposed, and nothing less than completely fulfilled.