Getting out of bed, Alya swings her legs round and rests her feet firmly on the floor. Looking straight ahead, she has a glazed look on her face; the type of look you get when you stare at a hidden world, a world that only you can see until someone snaps you back into reality.
Concentrating on the still rapid beating of her heart, it finally begins to slow and fades into a normal rhythm. Taking a long deep breath, she gets up and moves across to the window on the other side of the room.
Looking out of the window, Alya sees the sky sparkle with multiple patterns of light painted onto a black canvas. The patterns are all very similar, yet no two were alike. It was as if someone spent a life time trying to perfect a pattern that only they knew the true meaning of.
