The more time she spent alone, just getting from one place to another, walking, sitting in a bus, driving... the more she felt like her life was surreal. And she'd look at the sky just to check. And there'd be the silent shine of the sun, the moon, and the sway of leafy branches entertwined with the corners of the buildings, roof and wall.
She can't believe there could be rooms without windows. How could anyone be sure of themselves without the sky?
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