He turned his head, looking to the left. On one side of the room was a window 
with blinds. It was dark outside, though across the street he saw the bright red
lights of a tall building. A memory came to him. A small bedroom viewed from the doorway. Near the room’s single window, a crib.
The room was dimly lit by the yellow light of street lamps. Inside the room was 
nothing but the crib. This was where he was put at night. His cries went 
unanswered.