He satellite made one full orbit around the Earth every sixteen hours. It was a prison that came with an endlessly breathtaking view- vast blue oceans and swirling clouds and sunrises that seet half the world on fire. 

When she was first imprisoned, she had loved nothing more than to stack her pillows on top of the desk that had been built into the walls and rape her bed linens over the screens, making a small alcove for herself. She would pretend that she was not on a satellite at all, but in a podship en route to the blue planet. Soon she would land and step out onto real dirt, feel real sunshine, smell real oxygen.

She would stare the the continents for hours and hours, imagining what that must be like.

(From Cress, ch. 1)