While I set my book upon the floor, I glance right through the sliding door and see the people in the park. Three floors up I sit within the apartment I chose. It is within a happy distance, for me, from the ground. The sound, the light is most the same, for me, sitting here, from where I was ten years before. The books I read have caused me thoughts, to think about, or sometimes not.
Wake me up when the plot starts.
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A box fan pushes in the tepid air of summer. That used to bring me joy. I looked at the sky today, through the window facing south, inside the building where I work.