She leaned out the window and sighed.
She looked out through the cool darkness into the neon-soaked alleys of the city, searching for something that she couldn’t name.
She wouldn’t say she was unhappy. Her days were filled with light and joy. But at night, she sat up instead of sleeping. She was missing something in her soul, and the lack of it was the missing stair her mind tripped over in the dark.
She got dressed and headed out into the city. Somewhere in the night was a missing piece of her. She went to go and find it.

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