It was like a constant thunder. Everyday was the same! The same smells, sounds the same old view. Through the dirty old glass window she could see a magnificent view, directly facing the hospital where Jane spent. It's nights, there was a small peaceful lake which was usually surrounded by birds, kids and families. Jane would watch the water glide down the lake a lot. This was when Jane would do her thinking. She would wish that she could do that with her son again some day. That was the only time she had to herself other than that she had to put up with the sickening smell of nicotine, the patients screaming like wild animals and sirens going on and off every minute whilst the nurses flew by basically ran off their feet. Jane was a pleasure for the nurses. She would just lay in her hospital bed for most of the day staring at the same four walls. She had noticed every crack, every speck of dirt and every cobweb. Whenever Jane got bored which was the majority of the time she would sit and look around the mundane ward and see what was going on. Next to her bed was a vase. Jane would gaze upon the suffocating petals slowly but surely dying in a dull abandoned home. She could hear the flowers screaming for a drop of water. Their lives sadly coming to an end. This was the way jane felt most of the time.