Manic Monday — a very short story

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She pressed her forehead against the window, savoring the cool glass, and watched people passing on the sidewalk below, the monotony both comfort and curse. She lived upstairs for the better, less insistent view. Lying in bed, she could look out of the window and see just the sky, with no buildings hemming her in. Her boyfriend was afraid of heights but would never admit it, though he’d suggested moving to a ground floor apartment…