I'm on the floor
On a little mattress that used to cover up a couch bunk bed
The shadow of the cat creeps in front of me
I don't dare look behind me in fears I'll scare it away
It's so hot
She keeps meowing in discomfort
But not as constantly as if she were in heat
Simply in discomfort
There's no point in getting up to calm her
Touching her will only make both of us hotter
Plus simply breathing has proven to be exhausting thanks to the heat
The windows are open
If I'm lucky
A little breeze will kick in occasionally
But there's no point in going outside
It must be as hot as in here
Fuck it
I can't sleep either way
Might as well try out the balcony
The city's view of the stars
May be a change of pace
The calm in the storm
Compared to back home
My little country home
The stars seem more peaceful
Because everything else is so chaotic
There's something about the city I love
And it's the fact that when you're not in the traffic, you're looking at it from above
You become one of those people who are on their porch or balcony
That you envy
When you drive by
Granted this is a small city
And At this hour not many cars go by
Mostly loud teenagers
Or sometimes even girls and boys in need of a little quiet walking by
I like them
They make me feel less alone in my bubble
Maybe I'm not the only one who sees the world this way
Maybe my little country home has become part of my past
And this city appartement is a step into my futur
Now I know this is where I belong
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RomanceA collection of stories, all in different formats, about life. There is no end goal, only truth, pain, lust, joy, sarcasm, irony and self awareness. Tread lightly as this story mentions some of my experience with SA. Good luck 🤞
