Leave the day outside.
The door gives its familiar little sigh. Shoes by the entrance. A glass waiting on the table. The same light across the floor.
Somewhere below, the city keeps moving. Up here, she can finally stop.






The door gives its familiar little sigh. Shoes by the entrance. A glass waiting on the table. The same light across the floor.
Somewhere below, the city keeps moving. Up here, she can finally stop.





