Longing for

I can smell savory odour from street outside crowded with small shops, can hear mooing of holy cows and shrill cries of sellers fighting for customers, can wait with impatience looking for incredible and mysterious world beyond thin walls.

Do I need to make one breath to find out that I'm still in this room, stupidly watching monitor? No, I don't want. Delusion it became, delusion that ruins my established life.