Sky Lights

When I'm laying on my bed, and I look up and out of my window, it feels like I have a Sky Light. In that moment I can see towering trees and blue sky. Or the starry night, depending on the time. And when I do this I almost forget why I have a curtain over my window, I almost forget about the stained concrete wall and the rusty metal ladder bolted to it's side. 
But then, remember the distance between me and freedom, the screen-less window that is all that stands in my way. 
I remember what the ladder is for. 
Yet, I never wander astray. I am compelled, like the good girl I am, to stay.