Releasing me, he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs.
Wait, my dress...
I grasp it and try not to trip.
To the tall, ceiling length windows we go.
The night scenery spreads out for miles before us.
A million lights below and above.
People pass us and go up to the 32nd floor.
The party continues up there.
Everyone dances like there's no tomorrow.
Oblivious to the fact that the 31st floor actually exists.
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The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
