Two days have passed. The air here still quivers with silent screaming and is icy with sorrow. As I exhale, my breath thickens before me and massive clouds shape. I watch in admiration, following the movement with my eyes until -at last- the clouds disappear completely. My attention shifts toward the foggy window located down the dim corridor where my frozen breath had once roamed - that is until the clouds broke free. Small lines race down its surface, droplets wiping away the haze, to reveal bits and pieces of the overgrown courtyard beyond. I cannot recall the last time I had seen the outdoors, let alone set foot on nature itself. These small glimpses are a welcome change.
I let out a small smile and sit on one of the nearby benches scattered down the hall. The cold wood and metal dig into my back, but I ignore the discomfort for the most part and focus my attention on my reading. From above a hissing sounds, effectively drowning out the silent screams. I look up from my reading - first to the ceiling and then the window. The clear trails increase rapidly across the glass. Smiling, I lean my head back and close my eyes. The heavy book slips from my fingers and drops with a knock onto the wooden floor. Peace -- a welcome change indeed.
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