I Dream of Windows

Light bounces off the dusty walls, it hits the glass of the opaque windows. I dream of light that dances on the wooden floor, it creates shapes of a child's book. I see light that looks like a dream as it fills the corners of the dusty room and the swirls it paints on the far side of the small room. The light when it's trapped behind a wooden door, escaping only through a tiny opening of its keyhole. Can I open the door?