I stare at the cars. I stare at the people. I look up and I stare at the sky. I stare at the clouds. A few birds fly by. I stare at those, too. Then, I look at the buildings. Some are completely lit up. Others are only partially. I stare at the cars. My feet lift up. The concrete is cold and rough against my bare feet. The wind is calm and the air is crisp and clean. My eyes close. I let the darkness take forward as I lift my foot to step forward. The wind pushes against me like it doesn't want me to move. Just as I lean forward, I'm jerked backwards. And I land on something warm.
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