“if only you could see”

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Where the moon was hanging in the sky, it was easy to see through the upstairs window. The sky was empty, and black. The kind of darkness when the sky empties itself of all the rain clouds and there is a void of any color, only light coming from the moon and stars.

A girl sat against the wall where the window was, in a ledge that was wide enough where one could lay down. She took her index finger and lazily traced the frame, running down its length. She stopped short where the duct tape began, a quick fix for a broken pane. She lifted her finger away from the window, and formed a fist. She pulled her arm back and brought it fast to the already broken pane. She window disappeared, and with it, the room around her. She was falling in the sky now, the air rushing around her. She was much farther from the ground than she thought she was. It took a while to notice that despite how fast she was falling, that the ground wasn't getting any closer. She straightened her body out and willed herself forward, rather than downward, and found that her body responded to the thought. Soon she was traveling parallel to the ground. She was elated. She looked ahead, finding herself moving closer and closer to the city. She had enjoyed solitude for quite some time, living outside of the city limits. But now she felt like the chance for exploration was hers to own.


She was walking down a busy street in an area that kept referring to itself as downtown. Several people crowded the sidewalks, and while she felt a little on edge, know that she could fly back home at any time she wished was something that kept for discomfort at bay. As people passed her by, many stared at her, while just as many others didn't acknowledge her presence. She deftly weaved her way through the crowd as she continued her solitude journey. Her ears picked up a subtle sound, vastly different than the hustle and bustle of the streets. She made her way into a bar where a man played the piano with the ease of a professional, but with the manner of an amateur. The effect was playful. She sat at a table by herself, where someone she assumed worked there handed her an unopened bottle. Without a second thought, she twisted the cap off and started drinking. She didn't realize until her first taste just how thirsty she was. She finished the drink in one sitting, and set the empty bottle on the table. The other tables were littered with the same bottle as her own. She continued listening to the piano, and continued drinking as the server kept bringing bottles. Soon her table was littered with scattered bottles as well. When she realized how much she drank, she felt a sudden jolt of guilt, and fear. She attempted to get out of her seat, knocking the table in the process. The bottles clinked against each other. The music stopped abruptly. All life in the bar stopped. She found it hard to breathe. The piano man looked at her, then slowly got up from his stool, and walked away, disappearing into the back of the bar.

"Wait!" she wanted to scream, but her tongue felt heavy and no sound would come out. She grabbed one of the bottles and threw it downward. As it shattered against the ground, all of the bottles in the bar began shattering simultaneously. She shielded her face as the glass shards pelted her, making several small cuts against her skin. The perceived threat heightened the need to escape the situation.



Heightened the need to wake up.



She opened her eyes and was met with darkness. She slowly propped herself up in her bed, and glanced at the digital alarm clock. Satisfied with the time, she stood up from her bed, and walked to the window. She pulled back the heavy black curtain, and sunlight immediately poured in the room, except for in the bottom left corner where it was patched with duct tape.

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