IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE, WHAT IT WAS

They finally arrived, checked into their rooms. When he entered his room, he saw a window, and his immediate thought was of the very same window in his room at home. He approached the window. His mom came in and said, "Dear, take some rest, then freshen up, and we'll go for dinner at 8. Be ready.""Okay, Mom," he replied.His mom left, and he closed the door, looked at the window, smiled, and went to the lavatory.When he returned, he went closer to the window to see the view outside. A beautiful sight, right? No, not really...but for him, maybe it was. When he looked, he saw hay—many compiled grasses. But because the window wasn't very large, he couldn't see the entire view. He tried to open the window, but he wasn't strong enough. He thought of calling someone from another room but then realized he didn't have the stamina to answer any more questions that day; it had obviously been tiring.He decided to view it and try to open it later and went to bed.It was 7:30. He felt someone gently telling him to get up—definitely his mom. He didn't want to get up but couldn't resist her sweetness. He got ready, and then they all went for dinner at a nearby chophouse, located by a beautiful surge, a pretty flow. It was a beautiful, lovely spot, yes, a crowded one, but it had to be.They got a table—fortunately, one very close to that fine flow. "What a starry sky, beautiful stream, adorned and embellished illuminations, exotic dinner, family time, vacation...fantasy-based and quality time!"He, throughout this entire time, wasn't busy and active physically, but mentally, he was so deeply immersed in his imaginations that maybe his mind was experiencing some distortions. These thoughts weren't very appealing to him, so he didn't take it easy on his mind; he went deeper and deeper into his imaginations, so much so that he didn't realize his family had been calling him for the past five minutes.His mother grabbed his hand and asked, "Is everything okay?" He suddenly realized that, oh, unfortunately, he was back in the real world.They went back to the rest house.He went to his room, looked at the window, came closer, and saw a light in one of the haystacks. He was shocked, went back to close the door, closed it so that no one could disturb his thoughts and observations. He came back and looked at the hay again. It was illuminated. He observed it and then knocked on the window, maybe to try to communicate. Then his mother came and said, "It's bedtime, dear. Let's go to bed." He said, with disappointment, "Okay, Mom."His mother helped him with his blanket, and he lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and suddenly thought that he could ask his mother to open the window. He abruptly said, "Mom, please do me a favor. Please open that window. It's suffocating inside." She said, "Okay," and opened it slightly. He closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep. Later, his mother left the room. He got out of bed to see what the sight was, but unfortunately, the light wasn't there this time. He watched continuously for ten minutes, but nothing was there.With an unsatisfied heart and mind, he went back to his bed and said, "What was that? It wasn't supposed to be there." The next step was again a reel of confusions and questions in his mind: What was that? What was it doing there? Is someone living there? Was that thing disturbed by sounds? Why was the light not there when he went back? Was he again responsible for that disturbance? Oh man, not again! And along with many other questions, thoughts, and confusions, he slept.