Her reflection in the glass caught her attention.. eyes that held a hint of melancholy, a face framed by tousled hair that refused to be tamed. She pressed a palm against the cool surface, as if trying to reach out to the world beyond.

Like ok yeah now I have to clean that great job.

I love the balcony gardens, each one a tiny oasis of life. She noted, turning away from the window and making her way to the kitchen. The familiar routine of brewing coffee offered a semblance of normalcy. The rich aroma soon filled the apartment, wrapping around her like a swaddling cocoon.

“Fall down seven times, stand up eight.” She recited, stepping onto her balcony with mug in hand. The plants she’d nurtured were flourishing, droplets of dew clinging to the leaves. Everything counts.

Sipping her coffee, she let her mind wander. The distant sound of children laughing drifted up from the street… a reminder of innocence and joy.

Those parks atop the buildings, with the sound of children playing among the trees… it’s like a symphony of life and nature, right in the middle of everything. She reflected. But umm, I can’t do anything… this job isn’t an actual thing…

A gust of wind rustled through the balcony garden, stirring the chimes she’d hung up just the other day. The soft tinkling sound was soothing, yet it only amplified the restlessness stirring within her.

“I wanna know what could happen. Who behaves like that? Complete disregard for other people.” She muttered, picturing herself sitting at her desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork that never seemed to diminish. “Why wouldn’t they just sit there and understand? No more rehearsal. I can do hard things.”