Race Track
She like running, liked to hear the rhythmic thump of her sport shoes on the track; the way her surroundings blurred together; the gasping breathless feeling; the blankness, the mindlessness it created.
Slowing to a stop, she felt her heart gradually regaining its normal speed. She rested her hands on her knees, slightly bent forward, panting. Surroundings suddenly became too clear, too sharp, too angular. She looked up at the window on the third floor. Silver gleamed. Narrowing her eyes, she started to run again.