Bed Beside My Window

When I wake in the morning, everything is okay as long as I can see my window to start the day.

I look around my room and think how lucky I am to be alive, because I know that beyond that window people are suffering and striving.

My window brings me hope and joy because my window is a sure sign of happiness and fulfillment of life starting another day.

Within ten minutes you can hear the mops and brooms and we all know that it is time to clean our rooms.