Windows Chapter 2: Sight Chapter 2. Sight 1. When she woke up he was gone, not meaning he's never coming back, just that he was simply not there. The sun made the dust in the air sparkle, she watched them float for a while, also in the air little traces of dampness, the only link back to yesterday, but she cared not to reach for them. The bowl of glass disappeared. She stood up lazily, the wooden floor felt warm, something was different. She looked back at the sparkling dust, it was the dust, she could see them. They drifted past her as she made her way to the kitchen. Outside the window were rooftops with mucky puddles, all rusted and weathered down by the rain. Everything was alarmingly sharp, she took each step carefully, there was too much to focus on, it made her balance waver. The kitchen was also full of dust, they danced away from her arm as she reached out for the chair. The moment she lay her hands on the wooden chair dizziness truck, accompanied by strong whispers. She struggled to remain standing, her eyes wide with panic. The blurriness ate up her vision bit by bit till the chair became blocks of color and the little lights vanished. When she regained her balance, all was back to normal, but no longer enough. 2. He rested as he waited for her breathing to slow down. He entered the room quietly and picked up the bowl of glass, they are, in a way, a collection. He collected them one by one , but he knew well from the start that they were not rightfully his, nor will keeping them all in a bowl give him a sense of satisfaction. The girl was finally asleep, her steady breathing drowned out by the sound of tapping rain. She slept very still, "like a corpse" he thought to himself, the word triggered an unpleasant memory that he no longer had strength to recall. The elevator came to a halt, the man opened his black umbrella. He took a step forward and instantly loud thuds of rain beating on plastic surrounded him. He disliked it, in fact he loathed it: the rain, the ignorant blind who wandered here, and the falling...especially the falling. "It's amazing" he realized as he joined the blind in their walk, "how capable we are at living."