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As soon as I fini shed del iveri ng hi s eu logy today, I caught a flight

straight back to Boston and hijacked the firs t roof I could find . Agai n,
not because I’m suicidal . I ha ve no plans to scale off thi s roof. I just
rea lly need ed fres h air and silenc e, and dammit if I can’t get tha t
from my thi rd floor apartment with absolutel y no rooftop acces s and
a roommate who likes to hea r hers el f sing .
I didn’t account for ho w cold it would be up here, tho ugh. It’s no t

unb ea rable, but it’s no t comfortable, ei ther. At lea st I can see the
stars. Dea d fathers and ex aspera ting roommates and ques tiona ble
eu logies don’t feel so awful when the ni ght sky is clea r eno ugh to
litera lly feel the grand eu r of the uni vers e.
I love it when the sky makes me feel ins igni fic ant .
I like toni ght .
Wel l . . . let me rep hra se thi s so tha t it more appropriatel y refl ec ts

my feel ing s in past tens e.
I liked toni ght .
But unf ortuna tel y for me, the door was just sho ved open so ha rd, I
ex pec t the stair wel l to spit a hu man out ont o the rooftop. The door
slams shu t again and footstep s move swiftly across the dec k. I don’t
ev en bother looking up. Wh oev er it is more tha n likel y won’t ev en

no tice me back here straddling the led ge to the lef t of the door. They
came out here in such a hu rr y, it isn’t my fault if they assume they ’re
alone.
I sigh quiet ly, close my ey es and lea n my hea d agains t the stucco
wall behi nd me, cursing the uni vers e for ripping thi s pea cef ul,
int rospec tive moment out from und er me. The lea st the uni vers e
could do for me today is ens ure tha t it’s a woman and no t a man. If

I’m going to ha ve company, I’d rather it be a fem ale. I’m tough for
my size and can probably ho ld my own in most cases , but I’m too
comfortable right no w to be on a rooftop alone with a strang e man in
the middle of the ni ght . I might fea r for my safet y and fee l the need
to lea ve, and I rea lly don’t want to lea ve. As I said bef ore . . . I’m
comfortable.

I fin ally allow my ey es to make the journey to the silho uet te lea ni ng
over the led ge. As luck would ha ve it, he’s defini tel y male. Even
lea ni ng over the rail, I can tel l he’s tall. Broad sho ulders crea te a
strong cont rast to the fragile way he’s ho lding hi s hea d in hi s ha nd s. I