Some day in December, I think it was, my alarm went off. A blaring din drowned out by my thoughts. I got up out of bed, the cool morning air stinging my body like every other morning. This morning was different. I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t want to go to work. My claustrophobic cubicle job, where they put big windows looking outside to show what you can’t have. Often I would find myself looking out of those big windows, and wondering what it’s like to be the wind. Well, this morning I din’t care about work. I wanted some tea. I put the tea in my best red tea pot. This tea pot was like my heart, beating, alive. I took my tea and poured it into a nice clear glass. I didn’t even drink the tea at first. I just sat on my couch and looked at the world through the glass. Everything looks so different if you look through curved glass. The way the windows bend would captivate me. I just sat like that for a while, staring around. Suddenly it hit me. I set my cup down next to my tea pot and said it aloud. I don’t know to who, but I said it. I am not happy. The realization hurt. I couldn’t take it. I was crying, slipping, and i knocked my tea pot off of the table. It seemed to go in slow-motion. The way each shard shot out across the floor. I was posesed. Jumping up, I ran over to my window. Thankfully it was unlocked, so i could just open it up. I felt the breeze and closed my eyes. Reaching outside. Grabing farther and farther, because I could feel the wind getting away. I was selfish. As I grabed farther and farther I could feel my feet slipping, and finally I went out of my window. I was falling and I didn’t even try to stop it. I wasn’t screaming as i fell. My eyes were closed and I was the wind.
Dude what floor were you on?