A three-story building
Two flights of stairs
Downaways she goes
In the warm night air
Two long blocks to walk
For her small baby feet
The street is lonely
A couple of cabs await
She climbs in the backseat
As she'd always been told
The cab takes off
She knows where she goes
A twenty minute drive
Through the city's winding streets
A heartbeat like a drum
Incessant in her chest
The drive is over
She hops right out
Sitting on a bench
She awaits her next ride
The bus finally rolls by
With its stripes of white and yellow
She climbs up its big steps
And away it goes
It's not too far now
She watches familiar buildings
Finally, her stop is here
And out she goes again
She must walk now
About two blocks
She wishes the streets weren't so lonely
Wishes the night wasn't so dark
Hurrying by
She clutches her blue backpack
She's almost there
Almost there
She sees the house
Goes through the gate
Turns the knob on the door
A bright light greets her
She blinks against it
It's morning in her bedroom
She went nowhere
She wishes she had
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