No Body, No Crime

Based on 'No Body, No Crime' off Taylor Swift's 9th studio album 'evermore '. 

I sit here with a glass of sauvignon blanc in my hand looking out onto the street. There is the familiar rush. A police van passes by, it's sirens lingering behind. Incase you are wondering if I am waiting for someone, no. I am not. I'm here celebrating in solitude. 

I am Alison. I work as a magazine editor in New York. I come to this place every week, on Tuesdays. Or I used to, but I might start doing that again. Not for dinner this time. Just a glass of wine.

The weather is not too cold but I haven't removed my coat. It is like I am holding the glass with the last of its contents in a death clutch. My hands experience a new found power. If I am to remove my coat, I have a feeling I won't be human anymore. All of me would appear to float mid-air and when I look at my hands, I would see stardust around it. That, obviously, is in my head. That's how I feel. And I want to keep that feeling alive.

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