She was lying on bed in her room, trying to turn away from what she had to do.
After trying to organize her train of thoughts for a while,
she sighed and got up to close the door.
And when she turned back, she saw
the view out the window.
A concrete jungle that she have been seeing every day, was felt so unfamiliar.
Solace, relaxation, noisiness, relief, regret,
Comfort, gratitude, depression, thrill, flutter.
Her 'room' of her own.
The strangeness beyond the window,
The feelings from a familiar but awkward space,
The sound of audio guidance at a bus stop,
The sound of car horns,
The beeping sound from a crosswalk,
The random voice of people,
The chirping of bugs,
The squeezing sound of wind which is weak yet,
The sound of an airplane over the sky,
The faint smell of paints,
The smell of her pajamas,
The early autumn fragrances from night air,
The goose bumps on her skin.
At that moment, she was a stranger looking at the familiar scene in the familiar space.
Her blue night was passing so.