A room whit a view

There's a flower by my window, I can smell it acrose the room. I'am sitting on my bed. The only thing I hear is the sound of pressing keys from my laptop. I'am writing whit closed eyes. My eyes are focus on the view. I only got one window, lights coming in. I got a beutiful view, but I can't see it. My books on my bookshelf, keeps staring. Focusing on seening what's behind the glas. Look through the sky, through the clouds. See something new, something invisibel.
I try to do the same