A dream where every locked door was slightly ajar

Last night I dreamed I was walking through my own house, but every door I'd never opened—the hall closet, the basement, the little door under the stairs—was standing open just a crack. Not enough to see what was inside, just enough to know it wasn't locked anymore. I woke up feeling like my day was full of those same cracks, and I didn't need to push them wide, just notice they were there.