She stared at the window and right back up at the ceiling, her throat felt as if it had been tied into tight knots. She sat there thinking of what her husband had said to her before, did she really ever love him? Her body was tied down with chains of regret. She felt anxious while waiting for something to happen. All of a sudden the answer hit her head "NO". She looked down at the window one last time and saw a world of possibilities. She wasn't chained down anymore. She stood up , her eyes still fixated on the window. Each step got her closer and closer. Her pale soft fingers touching the fine glass. She opened the widow and felt a cold breeze, something about that made her feel calm. She took a last glance at everything around her, Her eyes closed, she inhaled the fresh air. Her body felt heavy as it fell backward. She could hear her heart beat louder and louder as she grew closer to the ground. Then it stopped. Her body laid there lifeless she felt cold but had a warm smile on her face.
If you are referring to Pablo Neruda's "Tonight I can Write", then the poem describes kisses under the A. endless sky. This is what he says: "Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. <span>I kissed her again and again under the endless sky."</span>
In the flickering firelight, they see the twisted form of the dead parachutist and mistake the shadowy image for the figure of the dreaded beast. They rush back to the camp, wake Ralph, and tell him what they have seen.
Explanation: The text and image should both give you enough detail and information(in the text) so that you can comprehend what you are being shown properly
