I slammed the apartment door closed. I tossed my keys onto the dark entryway table. It was late, giving the room a soft glow. My boss had given me a shit load of paper work at the office and I had to get it done before I could leave. I walked back to my bedroom passing the kitchen, feeling too worn and tired from the day's trials to even prepare a simple bowl of cereal.
My bedroom had a dark atmosphere: a dark red comforter draped across a queen sized bed, the dark wood floors, the black paint on the walls. I turned back the comforter, exposing the black sheets which matched the black pillows. I stripped off my work clothes, standing there in my lacy panties and bra.
My apartment was on one of the upper levels of my building, so I had a beautiful view of the city. I walked over to the large windows, looking down on the city below.
The buildings stretched across the land, neverending. Flashing lights and billboards everywhere. I could even make out some cars flying on the interstate.
I remember, as a little girl I loved looking out at the city lights. Back then I lived in a much smaller city, so I could see the stars twinkling in the sky on clear nights. I have yet to see a star in New York. I glanced up at the sky. Once again, nothing.
I know they are there. I know the stars still exist. They are millions of miles away. And yet I trust that they are still there. Maybe one day I'll see them again.