by M.J. Cole
I am awake, I cannot sleep. My heart is pounding probably from the caffeine I had at dinner or from the two glasses of dry wine I did not want or need. I am on the 40th floor of a high-rise. It is cold, modern and stark. Thankfully, I am only here temporarily as the man in bed and the owner of the condominium is a total waste of my time. "He" does not know it yet, but I am moving out someday. I don't need this.
The moon is so lonely, maybe even lonelier than I am. I am sitting by the frosted window not too close because "he" might awaken and throw me through the glass. I won't jump though, I am in charge.
"His" snoring reassures me that "he" is still asleep, I need that sound.
This high-rise glass is cold and uncaring. But, it is doing it's job of protecting me from other creatures like "him."
Soon it will be daybreak and I will go through the routine and rituals with "him" then we will separate and go to our places of employment where I will be hung over and wired from adrenaline and no sleep. Meeting after meeting, I will prop myself up and pretend to be listening, working, earning my keep until it is time to go. Night after night, day after day nothing changes except the light of the moon. Someday, it will be my turn to shine.