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.