I look in peoples windows to amuse myself, it’s easy from here.

I can see into every lighted window across the boulevard, and live another life.

I could have a husband come home to me, so I could kiss him at the door. I could have a nanny raising my children while I work out until I pass out. I could be a hoarder whose home is filled with garbage.

But could I be myself, put myself into another life, through another window?

Could I dance in the kitchen? Could I have a child?

I don’t want to be alone.

I’m on a mission to write 1,000 one hundred word stories.

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