From behind me,

  I feel a change

  from

  something.

  My mind must be

  playing games.

  I could have sworn

  there wasn't a window

  next to me.

  For when I had awoke

  the first time, this room

  only had walls.

  I pick up the glass of

  almost gone orange

  juice and take a few

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  sips before placing

  it back on the tray.

  A glowing white light

  comes from the window.

  It beckons for

  me to come close.

  With no hesitation,

  I get on the bed to

  get a closer look

  out the window.

  I squint my eyes a

  little, undoing the

  small latches that

  keeps the window

  shut.

  After being successful,

  I raise up the window,

  glancing outside.

  Beyond this very room,

  there's a bright sun and

  a blue firmament.

  I wish that it would swallow

  me whole.

  Below me, the ground too

  is a bright sun and blue

  firmament.

  It's almost acting as a mirror

  maybe?

  Reflecting the very sky.

  How can the ground reflect

  the sky?