In those few moments, when I was three stories up, flying above the concrete with nothing tying me down, I felt a sense of freedom that I couldn’t attain anywhere else.  


The ceiling fan whines as it spins, moving back and forth between two speeds. It’s doing its best to break the heat, but with the setting sun sliding in through the open window, it’s an optimistic attempt.  
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