A room with a view

From our room, we see the outside world clearly. There's the sea and sky, the trees and sandy earth. We're inside a room looking out, from a house full of rooms, upstairs, downstairs and in my lady’s chamber. Our curtains look dark from inside, drawn back with tie backs and tassels. There are bars on the window and it is closed. Who is in the room with us? We cannot see. We are transfixed by the beautiful views outside. We do not turn around. There may be a chest of drawers full of valuable objects. There's a luxurious bed, a bathroom en suite, cosy chairs, another window facing south, carpets on the wooden floors. And a door to a corridor and more rooms – a lounge, a salon, a bar, a terrace to have breakfast on, a kitchen where the food is made. And upstairs is a turret tower converted into an observatory, from which we see the moon and the stars. All this is behind us, but our camera eyes only see the world outside. There's more light out there. To whom does this house belong? It needs attention. Please let's call an electrician, have the lights fixed inside the house, and search through all its treasures and joys. We turn around, we look within. Because there is another world waiting to be discovered inside.