The Book 3

The touch of the morning breeze made her conscious but lay still Curtains in her window danced to the beat of the fresh air The window welcomes her to glance at the sky She noticed something written that made her gazed Like time machine she comes to recall her experience Must she be dead so she feels her presence Turned to her wristwatch, dropped the "6:59" and glad it keeps moving Tears poured out so fast Took her fav'rite pillow Grasped its "33:3" printed numbers She closed her eyes and pray Glad her faith brought her back to earth Wishing that door from her room won't lead her back to peril -Last part of "The Book"