Awake 2

August opened her eyes to see the most brilliant ceiling. It was made of windows, arching up toward the center in a pattern that mimicked a flower with the very center peaking even further toward the sky beyond. Soft sunlight streamed in through the green metal beams onto her bed.

She sat up and looked around, realizing this was actually a long hall of beds like some kind of infirmary. Long ornate windows continued from the ceiling to line the walls, but there they alternated with beautiful old stone pillars that seemed to give additional support to the ceiling. It all looked so fragile like a large hand could palm the ceiling and shatter it into a million pieces, and yet it was so ethereally beautiful.