The window was still lit, the beams of light slanting through the sparse branches of the French sycamore, cascading and bursting, so bright and brilliant. It was late at night. He lifted his head and looked at the window. The light was on the opposite floor, the third floor, the fourth window from the east. He stretched his sore arms, stood up, rinsed his face with cold water, and sat back down again. She didn't sleep. I can't sleep either. He thought. He was preparing for his homew...

The window was still lit, the beams of light slanting through the sparse branches of the French sycamore, cascading and bursting, so bright and brilliant. It was late at night. He lifted his head and looked at the window. The light was on the opposite floor, the third floor, the fourth window from the east. He stretched his sore arms, stood up, rinsed his face with cold water, and sat back down again. She didn't sleep. I can't sleep either. He thought. He was preparing for his homew...