The poor, poor novelist laid flat in the empty room that is his room, tied up in a straitjacket. He stared at the window and at the few things he could see.

"One.. Two, thhhreeee..." He counted the birds that flew in the sky, and hoped he'd be as free as they are one day.

He is crazy and in a mental hospital, where he has been locked up for the past 3 years.