I live on the fifth floor, and I sleep with my curtains open. I hadn’t really thought much about that until recently. I simply like them open. I like seeing the last bit of the world before I fall asleep, and I like waking up to whatever light the morning decides to bring. But lately I’ve wondered if there is something more to it. Maybe I like my curtains open because that is how I want to live my life. Not exposed. Not without privacy. There are parts of me that belong only