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a piece of paper with a man who had been nothing but supportive of her? She breathed in the smell of the city again and knew that she was just getting worked up. She would sleep on it, and it would all be clear in the morning. She turned to move back inside, but the movement of a curtain caught her eye. The balcony door next to hers was open. She could just make out the shape of Dominic moving back inside before he was lost in the dark again. How long had he been there, watching her?
“ Dominic?” she called softly. There was no answer. She waited a moment until the cool air made her shiver. She moved back inside and closed the door behind her so that Milo couldn’t escape, leaving it unlocked as she climbed beneath the plush covers and stared at the ceiling above her.
She lay for at least an hour in the dark trying to find sleep that wouldn’t come. She felt so tired . Her eyes ached and her body lay still ready for sleep, yet her mind wouldn’t stop working long enough for her to pass out. In frustration she got up, dressed, and slipped her shoes back on. She listened for a moment at the door before going out into the family room. The lights were off allowing the city lights to shine brightly through the glass wall, illuminating her path across the room.
A light was still on in the kitchen at the other side of the apartment. She waited a moment to ensure no one had heard her, before leaving the apartment. Ensuring the door was left a little ajar she left the building. The doorman assured her that he would remember her and allow her back in later when she returned. The city was busy even at this time of night. The feel was different from Washington. The people were different, she decided. She knew not to go far. She was still tired even if she couldn’t sleep. The air was frigidly cold, so she was soon shivering and took the time to find a Starbucks where she could warm up in. She didn’t order anything and hoped they didn’t think to throw her out for it. The low murmur of people coming and going helped her to relax again. She listened to the conversations going on around her to stop from thinking on her own problems. The couple next to her discussed the coming of their second child. The woman looked like she might be ready to give birth today she was so full and round. They seemed to be arguing about what colour to paint the nursery. They eventually left and were replaced by two women who discussed their careers loudly and with no laughter. Louisa decided she preferred the other couple to these two. They had no joy in what they did, no matter how animatedly they spoke of it. The joy they had was for a challenging client. Louisa couldn’t work out from their conversation what they did for a living, but it didn’t matter. She knew that no matter what they did they would see no fun in it. Out of curiosity she peered over to where they were sitting and noted that they were not as young as she would have thought, maybe late forties. Neither wore a wedding ring, and both had more wrinkles than their age should have allowed. It made Louisa uncomfortable to watch them.
After a while she grew bored of watching the people come and go and got up to leave.
She stopped by an all-night supermarket to get what she would need for Milo. The doorman was true to his word and let her back in even though it was well past midnight. He even called the lift for her as she had forgotten that as Dominic’s apartment was the penthouse she would need a key to move the lift.
The door was fortunately still open a crack as she had left it. Rather than going straight to bed where she was sure her thoughts would return, she fetched Milo and sat a while by the window, staring out over the city, petting his warm body as he purred against her.
As she sat she realised she knew what it was about those women in the coffee shop that annoyed her —the fact that they reminded her of herself. When was the last time she had even been out on a
“ Dominic?” she called softly. There was no answer. She waited a moment until the cool air made her shiver. She moved back inside and closed the door behind her so that Milo couldn’t escape, leaving it unlocked as she climbed beneath the plush covers and stared at the ceiling above her.
She lay for at least an hour in the dark trying to find sleep that wouldn’t come. She felt so tired . Her eyes ached and her body lay still ready for sleep, yet her mind wouldn’t stop working long enough for her to pass out. In frustration she got up, dressed, and slipped her shoes back on. She listened for a moment at the door before going out into the family room. The lights were off allowing the city lights to shine brightly through the glass wall, illuminating her path across the room.
A light was still on in the kitchen at the other side of the apartment. She waited a moment to ensure no one had heard her, before leaving the apartment. Ensuring the door was left a little ajar she left the building. The doorman assured her that he would remember her and allow her back in later when she returned. The city was busy even at this time of night. The feel was different from Washington. The people were different, she decided. She knew not to go far. She was still tired even if she couldn’t sleep. The air was frigidly cold, so she was soon shivering and took the time to find a Starbucks where she could warm up in. She didn’t order anything and hoped they didn’t think to throw her out for it. The low murmur of people coming and going helped her to relax again. She listened to the conversations going on around her to stop from thinking on her own problems. The couple next to her discussed the coming of their second child. The woman looked like she might be ready to give birth today she was so full and round. They seemed to be arguing about what colour to paint the nursery. They eventually left and were replaced by two women who discussed their careers loudly and with no laughter. Louisa decided she preferred the other couple to these two. They had no joy in what they did, no matter how animatedly they spoke of it. The joy they had was for a challenging client. Louisa couldn’t work out from their conversation what they did for a living, but it didn’t matter. She knew that no matter what they did they would see no fun in it. Out of curiosity she peered over to where they were sitting and noted that they were not as young as she would have thought, maybe late forties. Neither wore a wedding ring, and both had more wrinkles than their age should have allowed. It made Louisa uncomfortable to watch them.
After a while she grew bored of watching the people come and go and got up to leave.
She stopped by an all-night supermarket to get what she would need for Milo. The doorman was true to his word and let her back in even though it was well past midnight. He even called the lift for her as she had forgotten that as Dominic’s apartment was the penthouse she would need a key to move the lift.
The door was fortunately still open a crack as she had left it. Rather than going straight to bed where she was sure her thoughts would return, she fetched Milo and sat a while by the window, staring out over the city, petting his warm body as he purred against her.
As she sat she realised she knew what it was about those women in the coffee shop that annoyed her —the fact that they reminded her of herself. When was the last time she had even been out on a
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