high above the city

*continued from the previous post

I’m high above the city

I’m standing on the ledge

The view from here is pretty

And I step of the edge

Decision to spend the night at a stranger’s place might not be smart nor safe, and it’s definitely not professional… however, considering the situation I was in at that time*, there wasn't much potential to make things worse. 
C. didn't look like a murderer. And being raped by him probably wouldn't be too bad (if you know what I mean).**
Apparently he managed to earn my trust - my intuition was telling me to go for it. 

So I did. 

I wholeheartedly thanked myself when we got out of the tube at the Elephant and Castle station and I learned I’m going to spend the night at 29th floor of a sky-high apartment building.  
I’ve crushed at people’s flats many times in New York, and every single time I walk through the lobby with a stranger leading the way, I can’t help but wonder whether it’s just me or I really do seem like a loose woman to the receptionist…
But then again, it’s straight up unhealthy to care about what the others think, isn’t it?

C.’s apartment is quite ordinary - modern and sparingly furnished, but boy, that view… that tops every couch-surfing accommodation I’ve ever stayed in. Absolutely beautiful.

I stepped towards the softly glowing light behind the full wall window. I got closer, leaving only a few millimeters of air between my body and the window. The glass disappeared. The space, right at my disposal. All that’s left to do is let go…
And fly.

C. said he’s happy he met me. I’m interesting. Everything I want to be, everything I want to do, all my dreams I relentlessly believe in with a childlike naivety… all that makes me special. He says dreaming is vital. That when everything’s gone, dreams stay. 
We talked and talked… Through the whole night. It was only moments before sunrise that C. went to his bedroom and I snuggled up deeper in blanket on the couch. I fell asleep with the morning sun softly touching my eyes. 

*To be elaborated.

**Sorry for the bad joke, I can’t help it.

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Listen to: "Broadway here I come" from Smash by Joe Iconis, worth it!