Motionless in the bed, I lay, the sounds of breathing all around me. My eyes are fixed on the window.

Through the darkness, a beam from this building reaches. The windows perpendicular to mine: some still have lights on, some have gone out. From here I can see the city, my school, all the places I love.

But this place, right now, this is the best place. Usually, I'm looking at the world, looking at buildings and places, and wishing I could be there instead of here. So it's strange to finally be able to look out the window, and feel content where I am.

Yes, you've left me, but I do like it here.