The Window Beam

The room is dusty; the bed cold and unwelcoming.
My tears are my only comfort.
Suddenly a beam of light appears at the window.
My tears are no more; the room is alive.
The bed, finally warm and comforting.
After years of joy, comfort, and hope, the room returns to its inactive state.
Dust resettles itself without welcome.
The window beam has disappeared.
My tears are once again my only comfort.