Happy days die...but some survive

There's a closed door between me and him. We once used to sleep in the same bed, but my nightmares got him afraid, so he asked me to sleep in the room right next to his. Obviously there's not much space between us, just a few meters - but it feels like we're falling apart. It's the closed door. I can't stand lying here, watching this door just hoping he would come and ask me to come back. I miss sharing a bed, a blanket. I miss cuddling with him. I felt so save being next to this boy. But now everythings's broken. I'm looking at this door and it just drives me crazy, because I know I'm the only one who is forced to stay outside. All his other female friends are welcome in his room, are allowed to share a bed with him. It feels so insane.. It's just not fair. Think I should sleep at home again, where's no closed door, reminding me of all what went wrong. A closed door - not just separating two rooms...