08.18.03 :: 11:33 am
The roof was as wide as a Queen sized bed. And there were no guard rails. I have no idea what the hell we were doing up there in our nighties, but there we were. And I clutched my pillow as a breeze blew over us, threatening to knock me over the edge. A plane casually cruised by, and we could clearly see the people in the little windows. I waved. They waved back. It was tremendously windy. So I suggested we climb down one flight to the fire escape and my mother agreed. It was horrifying. I was dangling over the edge, barefoot, trying to grab onto the rusty handrail. Below me, clouds, and the vague likeness of a city. We made it inside what appeared to be an office filled with people's belongings, like they had left in a rush. I woke up shortly after looting the place. |