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The eagle soaring outside the hospital room window influences the dream. The sky is a crisp blue only occasionally dotted with appetizing white puffs. I can feel the sun and dream my ailing son will feel it too. The eagle dips to the right and slants to the left. Its wings are stretched in comfort and confidence. As the sunlight gleams between each unfurled feather it stings my eyes. It is not my place to fly yet. The eagle has not come for me. Days pass but not much else. The eagle visits daily outside the young boy's window and just outside of his sight. The sky color does not change only the sun's routine alters the view. The young patient faces medical trials each day. The eagle becomes more brazen in tempting the youth, I help by nonchalantly nudging the foot of the bed towards the window. Careful not to make a sound and not to jar any of the lines tethering this patient to his bed. The flyer enjoys the audience coursing ever closer to the glass. It brings relief to my bed...