The beginning of the hallucinations

The sun shone with gentle radiance melting away the awkwardness that Sierra felt while meeting Elijah. It cast a breath of vitality into the white and black city and made the routine seem so robotic, like a machine. She sat by her window and had a cup of tea observing what was happening outside. There was many thoughts in her head; she would never return to that time when she used to sit on the roof, playing with her legs at the edge of the building; she wanted to return but didn't want to admit that the eyes cast on her were agonizing. She knew that she was leaving Alicia to play her stupid schemes.