A New Years Offering

[3iggy]

It's cold. The kind of cold that makes the stars seem crisp and brighter than normal. I clasp the frigid concrete rail of the balcony with my bare fingers as I lean my head back and stare at the stars.

The sounds of revelry spill out the doors and claw at the edges of me but I ignore them. Yes, I should be dancing. Yes, I should be mingling and smiling, but my face and feet hurt and the calm quiet of the dark beyond the glow of windows is tempting. I could just slip away into the night and find out where the wild things are.
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