In the gentle morning breeze, a delightful couple of sparrows gracefully alighted on the windowsill, which was partially open. The golden rays of the sun poured through the opening, casting warm, dancing patterns on the floor, gently caressing everything in their path. It was in this ethereal glow that I found myself lying on my stomach, unconscious, as if the very essence of the sun kissed my cheeks, awakening me from slumber.
As I slowly regained consciousness, I felt a furrow forming on my forehead, and I squinted my eyes against the sudden brilliance. With a sense of bewilderment, I wondered aloud, "Where am I?" Pushing myself up from the floor, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The light flooding in from the window momentarily blinded me, prompting me to shield my face with my hands.
