The building stood moaning its misery. The walls bleed out there frustration as the windows glared at the pass-byers. Faces flashed by the windows as the wind sung a song of lost and sorrow. The eerie cries emitting from the building called to me. So I sat at my window watching it; listening to its sad song from my place perched on my window. My heart felt for it; every cry, every whisper, every scream shot through me like a bullet; ripping muscle as it tore a deadly path through my soul. My eyes closed and misted over as the wind wrapped its arms around me; a dark embrace. Like a long lost lover, it whispered in my ears, telling me to go, to leave and be with the building and all it harbored behind its closed doors. I tilted my head back and took a deep breath inhaling the night air. It filled my lungs making me shiver even though it wasn't cold. Slowly I let it back out of my mouth tasting the sorrow of the night.
I turned away from the window and went back to bed. The sheets were cold, chilling my skin. I still felt hot inside, heat radiated from my core as liquids filled my void. The night always turned me on. An unknown lover started to caress me slowly; creating a churning feeling in my stomach. I sighed lightly at the touch. My back arched up as the touch moved up slowly as if asking permission. I moaned low in my throat as my body slide against my invisible lover. My heat exploded like a deep seeded eruption under an endless dragoon.
As the last of the shivers subsided I laid flat against my bed breathing deeply. I closed my eyes just as the wind whipped around the room, and then exited in one last howl.