My mother lives in assisted living and has Lewy Body Dementia. Her window looks out over the parking area. She knows when the ambulance comes with a flashing red light, when the workmen are cutting grass, when the aides take their midnight break. What she doesn’t see, she hears.
Her world is much more than the window, but sometimes especially at night when dementia overtakes her, I imagine it may seem that small.
It may seem like the whole world.