A strip of light peeked from the bathroom door, pressing over her exposed body. She lay waiting on the hotel bed. Her body weightless, and mind to the air. The man she paid was preparing himself on the other side.
She was done with the motionless life of her cubicle, done gazing at the intangible stars. She only wanted to meld with the rapid city, its bustling streets, and neon ridden backdrop.
As it was happening, she savored the bounce of the springs, the hovering heat, the feel of her flesh under the lifelines of a stranger. For a short time, she could move with the rest.
In the morning, she woke alone to the noise of traffic and chatter. Her body remained, swaddled by the memory of him.
The stars were gone.
She was left to start again