In any given day, I like to spend a moment enclosed  in my mental abode, peering out the small, glass window.  There, roaming through the countryside, exist a number of dreams I've long sought or passively considered.  It is a greener pasture, though largely removed from my habitat.  Sometimes it is nice to just cozy myself on a windowsill, perched silently as I take in my surroundings; a place where time looses its hold on my feeble existence.


Unfortunately for such day dreaming, my office space is in a basement room with no windows or doors.