Wednesday, January 21

Room 804

8 stories up.
4 in the morning.
I sit on the window sill and watch as city lights dance for me.
People hurrying.
People stumbling.
Sirens.
Street cleaners.
Delivery trucks.
Cars lined up at red lights.
The city doesn't sleep, it dances for those who wait - who wake - to see...

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