The Woman in the Window Seat


It’s dark, and we all face forward. Here and there, a small screen glows, and occasionally, someone walks by offering beverages. In my dreams, old lovers are trying to kiss me. And my old apartment takes on more romance and sophistication than it had in life. Soft light glows down angularly from the heavens through the tall windows, and people admire my sparse furnishings. I grin, like I knew it all along.

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