Midnight fades to early morning. Between the skyline and parking garage, there's always light outside my window. It reminds me that I'm not alone.
New York City, I can hear you breathing. I want to feel you near. It's me and my words again, but I know you're always listening. Late nights become sleepless nights become early mornings. You don't sleep either, though. I think you understand.
New York City, when was the last time you closed your eyes? Did you dream of Autumn's sweet vanilla or of Summer's burning gaze? Did you wake refreshed or feverish? Hot or cold?
Do you ever dream of me?
I want to learn your secrets. I want to traverse your undergrounds and walk across your stones. Pitter against patter. Heel clicks and clatters. Coffee on the run. Silence.
I think you understand.
