A small room behind a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

The window is a single pane structure. I know this not from looking but from the structure's effect on my body. I am shivering; it is cold; the cold is coming through the window.

Mine is a structural problem. Something fundamental has to change. I can't live without a window, nor with one. A second window immediately before or after the first one.