My special spot :)

It was an evening after a very sleepy afternoon. I'd decided to get to work at five, but I fell asleep on my book instead. Again. When I got up, I decided this wasn't working anymore. I wanted to get out of the room; out of the house. I wanted air. College changed so much about me, I thought as I walked out of the front door, involuntarily walking upstairs to the terrace. I'd stopped watching; I'd stopped observing. I walked around the whole terrace stupidly once; I didn't know what to do. It was kind of breezy and cold. Better than the house all day. And then I remembered; when I was a kid, in all the books I read, the lead character always had their own special spot. The place where they could contemplate, dream, whatever. I'd always wanted one of my own, but I never really had one. But I did have my own spot! I walked around to the back, opened a door that looked undisturbed for a pretty long time, and walked up a few stairs behind, adjoining the wall. I crouched and swung myself below a railing that came up to my waist, and I was there.
Noone else ever came here. I wondered if anyone even knew this place existed. Nobody could see me unless I leaned over and explicitly showed myself to be up there. It was more breezy and cool than the rest of the terrace.
That was my place. I just hadn't thought of it like that before. There was nothing really special about it, but it just had a WHOLE lot of memories. I'd brought all my friends up here before, and I have pictures with all of them there. I remembered this one time when I came here to study, in eighth grade. I remember when I found that I could see my best friend's terrace, closeby, from here. We used to wave to eachother when I was up there. It was above the rest of the terrace, and one of the tallest things in the whole expanse of what I could see. I could see flights take off from the old airport here. I didn't know my city had as much greenery. I didn't know my apartments were so beautiful.