I am currently sitting crossed legged on the floor of our hotel with my laptop perched on my feet. We are on the 20th floor of the hotel and I’m wedged between the curtain and window. It’s cozy here and it’s bringing back feelings of when I was a kid playing in a fort of sheets and dining room chairs.
This fort, however, has a much much better view.
Even though it’s at night and we are in the business district where there isn’t a vibrant or active nightlife of any kind going on in the buildings around me, there is definitely enough to keep my overactive imagination occupied for a couple more hours, at least.
There are many lights on in the office building right across from me. Are those offices being cleaned? Did someone just forget to turn their lights out? Or is someone there burning the proverbial midnight oil? What will their tomorrow bring? Is this their chance to prove their talents to the boss? Or have they just wasted too much time on the internet recently and are playing catch up?
The building next to that is much taller than ours and I think it has condos at the top because I can see very different types of lighting in all of those windows and there are more windows lit up on the top than on the bottom. How cool would that be? I wonder if they are happy up there or if they wished they lived in the country with horses and cows and chickens.
All of the lights in the windows of the buildings remind me of little pixels. Pixels of life. And I am one of those pixels. It reminds me that even though I feel invisible I’m not. Anyone can see me if they know where to look. I wonder if anyone is looking at me right now, wondering about me and who I am and what kind of life I have.
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