A contribution by John Galt105
On the 180th floor of the building you live in, you sit in your armchair...
There your cat sits on your lap and as you pet your loyal friend you gaze & stare out your window for what seems hours!
The tones, hums & frequencies in-trance you and as the sun sets and the horizon starts turning purple you cannot turn away.
You ponder & wonder about how things were in the distant past... but this is all you & everyone else knows.
You've heard that they used to be able to see stars in the sky at night all around, but no more.
The sky turns crimson as it does every night & darkness sets in.
The cat's purrs send vibrations through your arms and you close your eyes...Purr-fect!