RENZO SMITH'S POINT OF VIEW

The sun shines above the sky, it glows like the moon. The sky was peaceful, the birds were flying freely up in the sky. The clouds and sky were as blue as the ocean. Some birds were chipping from the branches of the tree. The tree swayed as the wind blows it, creating a warm wind that passes by my bare skin

I push the wooden door that was in front of me. Warm air passes by my bare skin. I immediately felt the warmth of the cold room.

I closed my ...