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I was awakened early by the sunshine which came pouring across my bed / from the window opposite, lighting up the white wainscoting and showing / the room now, clean and brightly distinct to the least detail of the / crisp Japanese prints upon the wall.
One sash and the window-shade had been left up, and I could see the / slope of a hill which rose behind the house, seeming to shut the place / in. The other window was filled with the waving boughs of an / apple-tree. The day was fine and balmy; the fresh air of the morning / swept deliciously over my bed. It was maddening to have to lie there / helpless.