Aurelia was having trouble sleeping that night. The city bustled and lived before her eyes, just beyond the glass of the window that built a barrier between herself and out there. She placed a hand against the cold glass, leaning closer against the window to better catch fleeting glances of other lives. People walked up and down the street below, drunken laughter or sober mirth filling the air. It was a Friday night and everybody was out late. She didn't like taking part in the lofty jollity of a Friday night on the town, but she liked to watch.
The young woman leaned back in her bed, back resting against her pillows, white blanket pulled up