Prompt: Tower.
The view was gorgeous. Standing up there, the wind hitting his face, he felt freer than he’d done in the longest time.
He’d always loved heights, loved being able to pretend that he could almost reach out and touch the sky if he just stretched out far enough.
This tower was the best thing he’d ever built. It had taken years but the long wait had been worth it.
He’d been standing here for barely five minutes and already, he never wanted to leave.
Would it be completely ridiculous if he added on a bedroom?
Yes.
He’d do it anyway.
The Imperfect Muslimah 