A woman sat on the paneless window on the 3rd floor of the new apartment building coming up near my place. She was there when I came in to clear the sink off my breakfast dishes and make myself a quick lunch. She was still there when I brought my lunch dishes back. So I stood there wondering what she was doing, but not really. It occurred to me then that the future occupant of that particular apartment will never know that on a particularly dreary Saturday, a woman sat there seemingly doing nothing for almost half the afternoon. Or that the construction guys hang their clothes on the windows. Or that there is a single light that stays on at night long after the construction guys have left for the day, keeping guard. I've wondered the same about the space I occupy. What sort of dreams have been dreamt lying in my bedroom which wasn't mine at the time?
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