And I wake up to the fresh morning breeze ruffling my bed head . "Did I leave the window open again ? I think to myself , Climbing out of bed , I tiptoe over the cold vented hard tile wood , so carefully crafted by my Grandfather , Reaching the window , The warm sun blinds me , I see my favorite part of the house , The roof . I spend my time thinking there , It's my favorite part of the old house after all . @nickiolea1998