"Where am I? Any way out of here?
Oh over there!
*bang* -glass in the way ..windows.
The window is blocking my way out.

I can see out.
See the trees, the forest.
But smell it? The smell of wet grass?
-No. The glass in the way is solid and hard.
No lovely smell of leaves and trees in to my lungs.

I reach out my hand.
But my fingers is stuck on the window, want to reach a bit of my forest I see but sadly cant touch.

Please let me out! I wanna feel the warm, beautiful woods around my body.
The wind moving my hair.
The sun in my face.

But I slowly realize..
Im stuck in a house made of glass.
-In the middle of the forest.
My forest never to reach.