Find me

The morning came.

I woke up to the loneliness that settled in the apartment. I looked around –he hadn't returned.

He couldn't just leave me in a strange place I thought. But who was I kidding, he isn't one to be captured by my charms. 

"Better here than dead." I breathed and got up. 

I could hear voices outside, it seemed to be a busy day. Heard clucking chickens and the bleating of goats. It sounded like a market out there.

I got to the window and took a peep trying to not be spotted. It was a sight I fancied. No roads, no subways, just people walking and carrying out their businesses while at it. Some held on to a basket cage of chickens, some had theirs hung across their shoulders with the help of a rod.