Molly was born and raised in the city. She was no farmgirl, like some of her family. She enjoyed the hustle bustle of Manhattan, as it was always exciting to her. Sure, she loved the daytime, as that’s when she interacted, but when the sun went down over the vivid horizon, Molly always found herself lounging on the lawn chair, out on her apartment balcony, 3rd floor, picture perfect view on her popular residential home on the one and only, Fifth Avenue. Molly would gaze at the passing people, taking their dogs out for a twilight walk, acting like fools with their buddies, acting mature with their friends, shopping from store to store, enjoying the dusk, the best time to go on a spree. Molly just liked to relax at home, looking over the city, at the billboards glowing in the sundown sky. It was certainly a beautiful sight. The taxis, the cars, driving by, stuck in traffic, probably mad because they left at the best time, or they thought, to leave to travel to LaGuardia to take off on a midnight plane to travel to DisneyLand. Or DisneyWorld. Or maybe just a Poconos Mountain trip. Who knows? Not Molly. She stayed there, for hours, undistrubed by her clueless parents, probably exhausted from their work day and are asleep as soon as they step foot into apartment 40117, their home. She watched, and watched, and drank her late night latte, sipping every couple of seconds. She was always entertained by Manhattan, as she discovered new things everyday. Not the same person twice, not the same car three times. Never the same activity ever. She enjoyed the hustle bustle of the city. It was her home. And it will forever will be.

*i purposely repeated that sentence ^ lol*
i hope you guys liked it!! <3 this is my entry for the neon lights contest, if you didn’t already guess :)