Eyes, heavy as a boulder, threatened to consume her. Striving to stay awake, afraid to fall asleep. Through the 4 cotton sheets, she is cold. Her head turns left....then right. The left again, making sure she was alone. Unfortunately, she was. Her attention focused to the empty space next to her, wondering if she's enjoying his company. And then, with a force unknown to her, she glided to the window. The whole skyline was introduced to her sleepy eyes. Closing her eyes, she imagined being part of that skyline. Feeling the early morning fog on her everyday. The humidity imbedding itself onto her skin. Catching the distinct scent of people passing. Tasting the emotion thick in the air from heated arguments to passionate embraces happening on the sidewalk or within her walls. Her cursed God for making her this flimsy human with these needs and thoughts that only caused trouble. Her delicate fingers lifted the window in a such a fashion that it would incease the suspension. Her right leg stepped out first. Then her left. Soon, her whole self dangled outside of her 23rd floor apartment building. Tears fell fast to the ground, and she wondered if anyone could fell them. Or if they just felt like raindrops. Her still sleepy eyes closed and she felt safe. Not like when they were open. Thoughts floated around in her head like balloons, popping every once in a while. She took one last breath and she was falling. And to her wishes, she soon became part of the skyline.