I stood in the doorway and didn’t go in yet

Dear Delyara, I came into the bedroom tonight and just stood there for a few seconds. I think I was waiting to feel more ready to enter the night. But of course readiness doesn’t always come like that. Sometimes there’s no signal. Just you, tired enough, choosing the next part anyway. There was something tender about that pause, though. Like I was acknowledging that the day had been heavier than I’d admitted while inside it. Sometimes standing still for a moment is the most honest thing I do all day.