1 | Luciddreaming

Today we filmed a crucifixion. Light poor. Seven likes.

At 3 am she wakes.

The sheets are damp from her sweat. The fan at the foot of the bed stirs the air around her.

She walks out onto the balcony. The green and white lights of the city litter the hillside at her feet. She lights a cigarette. She checks her hand.

At 3 am she smokes.

In the building opposite, a middle-aged man in a vest and striped pajama bottoms sits in an armchair. His apartment has no wall. She watches him and wonders if he’s dead or alive. It’s hot. He lifts his head slightly. His phone-shadowed face glows green. She checks her hand.

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