I look up and see slices of sky between the tall buildings of glass and cement. It is warmer than yesterday, and I did not have my coffee yet. There are no alarms, or engine noises at this moment, which is strange. A bus passes me by and I wait for another. I don’t know whether to go uptown or downtown today. I am too familiar with the city's places. Thinking always leads to dreaming, and dreaming, and dreaming. Awaken by the sounds of hissing and bumping, my bus takes me through a jungle where time is mine to kill.
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