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I wake up one morning.

I am sitting in a dark room.

I have been sitting in this dark room for years.

As I begin to rise out of bed, the doors open.

I am blinded by a burst of sunlight.

As I walk to the light, a rush of warm air surrounds my body.

A breeze of warm air goes through my hair.

I walk out on the warm wood and I can hear

basketballs bouncing, birds chirping, and kids laughing.

It’s finally spring.