ROBIN
Rubbing her eyes, she dragged herself out of bed to gaze at the grey-blue winter sky. The sun was just visible from her window that overlooked the city. Minneapolis in the morning was a beautiful sight, especially in winter. The streetlights created a star-like scene below. The winding roads were already packed with the cars of early morning commuters. The air was filled with the sounds of thousands waking up and beginning their daily cycle. A chill was hanging with the snowflakes that suggested change and excitment. It had been like that for weeks. Nothing had changed. She still lived in the same dingy, empty flat. Sometimes she would leave the lights on and the fire roaring so that when she returned home, it felt as though someone had been missing her and was waiting for her. But of course, they never were. She lived alone. Had done for as long as she could remember. On long nights with nothing to do she often wondered if the wind would seem less cold and the world less bitter if she had someone to share it with. On this winter's day she was feeling particularly useless and particularly lonely. So she did what she always did when her emotions threatened to over come her. She threw herself head first into a city full of strangers.