Darkness falls. Looking from behind the window of his soul, he is trying to understand how he missed his whole life. Just staring. Never acting.
Jazz in the background. Slow music and memories of love. Like a splinder in his mind. Love. That did not happen. He keeps staring.
It's getting darker now. The tune has changed to a mellow tune. The wind blows outside, taking everything away. His hand outside the window - Can you feel the wind? It's gone...
A drum beats out of time. It's time to wake up. His eyes begin to open. Before that happens, he tries to reach the sky outside that window. And everything turns blue.
His eyes are open now, but the light is too bright. So he closes his eyes, just one last time. Dreams are not easy or fair.
On the back of his head, this idea... He is going back there. What a relief!
You 've been here before.
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