She dangles her bare feet off of the ledge and doesn't flinch from the ground below.
Everything looks so small from here.
She wants to sleep. She wants to rest.
What keeps her here? She could fall. It would be so very easy. The ground is faraway and docile beneath her dangling feet. She blinked, gaze distant.
If she closes her eyes, falling is almost the same thing as flying, isn't it?
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Abditory
Random(n.) a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place Ideas that dance inside my mind. Muses of words with meanings that I've never said out loud.
