It was still early, before the sun heated up and the city came fully awake, and was the perfect time to enjoy a few moments of fresh air. Surely there was a rule somewhere that said even stalkers had to take Sunday mornings off.
As she stepped onto the smaller balcony off her bedroom, coffee in hand, she realized how much she had missed the simple pleasure of being outdoors. Later, she would be angry that the stalker had taken this from her. Right now, she was just going to enjoy the sights and sounds of the early summer morning.
Birds flitted through the trees, singing to one another in greeting. She watched a couple of squirrels run among the treetops, jumping from one limb to another, making their way across the lawn, one tree at a time. A light breeze ruffled the leaves and teased her hair, and carried the sweet scent of dew-kissed flowers.
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