Myla kept her face buried under pillows and hidden from the sun's morning rays until the chirping birds became so loud she was forced to abandoned sleep altogether. "Stupid birds," she yawned, throwing back her covers and putting her feet on the floor. The faux bamboo was cool and smooth beneath her toes. She scowled at the forest just beyond her windows and cursed the wildlife frolicking through the lush greenery. No child ever bore the creatures of the wildness more resentment than eleven-year-old Myla Drake, forcibly roused from sleep.
She darted across the hallway and into her father's room, quickly sidestepping into his attached bathroom. Sure, there was a bathroom at the other end of their home, but this one was closer and bigger and Myla enjoyed the view. Relieving herself on the toilet, Myla stared out the window at the hundreds of snowcapped mountains stretching beyond the horizon. A giant magenta sphere was rising just beyond them, casting rays of pink and purple and red down upon the rocks and their snows causing thousands of ice crystals to sparkle like diamonds. Most of all it was quiet, not a bird could be heard no matter how intently she listened.
With her morning rituals completed, Myla stepped out of her father's room, taking one last glance at the mountains behind her. She took three steps through the hallway and found herself in the dining room. It was so bright her eyes hurt as they adjusted to the rush of incoming sunlight. She would have passed right through the dining room without a second glance, save that something caught her eye. That something was a dolphin leaping high into the sky before crashing back down into the pristine blue waters of the surrounding ocean. She watched the creature with a smile until the sound of gulls circling overhead reminded her that she was currently enraged with nature and without it would otherwise still be sleeping.
The kitchen was just as bright as the dining room had been only there was no ocean. Myla walked to the sink and filled a glass with water and stared at the buildings that surrounded her. Some were higher than her own while others were shorter. She looked down to the streets below and saw cars inching their way through tightly packed intersections, people on bicycles swerving in and out of traffic, and pedestrians lining the sidewalks. As she drank her water her eyes moved to the building just outside her window where she saw a man walking around in his underwear and a blue button up shirt struggling with a necktie.
"Myla, are you awake?" her sister Nora called from the living room. "Yeah, stupid birds," she called back, eyes still fixated on the necktie man. "Do you mind bringing me some more coffee?" Nora asked. Myla stole a final glance at the man before grabbing the coffee pot and walking into the living room.
The room was dark, so dark that Myla saw nothing at first but a faint white light surrounded by shadows on all sides. As her vision cleared she identified the outline of her sister sitting on the couch and the faint light as the backlit screen of a tablet she held in her hand. "Thanks," Nora said as Myla refilled her cup. Gradually the outside came into focus. There was nothing but darkness save for a handful of grey and brown crafts suspended and seemingly motionless. Starships, as they were.
This window was the truth. There were no more lush forests, or snowcapped peaks, or dolphins diving in and out of the waves. There were no more cities, no more traffic jams, no more bicyclists or pedestrians. There were only starships filled with survivors fortunate enough to escape the desolation of their planet; a nomadic armada floating endlessly through the nothingness of the universe. Starships comprised of windows reminding them what they had lost and what they hoped to someday find again.