When she looks at the buildings that stretch into the sky, she wonders. She wonders if her life would be better if she worked in one of those tiny windows. Not just better, but more exciting. Would those tiny windows have opened up the doors that she so desperately wants to go through but can’t because they aren’t even visible to her? Would being so high in the sky have brought her closer to her dreams? Would she be important? Would she have really become somebody?
She always wonders this on Sunday nights.