Rooftop

The sun was setting when Amy climbed up their flat rooftop – a solitary chair waiting for her as it had some two months now. Every day, she brought a book and read until the natural light dimmed to dusk. Amy was grateful for the open space; near the sky, it seemed appropriate for the journeys she shares with heroes and friends. She finds both book and rooftop respite from what she finds an unexciting, routine-living life.

Today, she sat on the warm seat without a book. Amy was staring at the raised edge of the flat rooftop and thinking what-ifs. Then, she decided that she was not high enough.