To the seconds we spend so alone

            Now Sadiya knew London was a developed city, and by no means had she expected it to look any less advanced than home. Yet somewhere deep down she wished she had had the confidence to perhaps straggle off to a much smaller town, in hopes of finding those cobblestone streets she’s seen in her dreams recently. Of course it was only her second day; she still had a chance to take the train as far away from society as it would allow right? Maybe the history she has been lead to believe was in England was still preserved in some small village, the ones where you blink and you’ve missed it. Perhaps she thought she would fancy seeing a small town like that much better than being forced to live in one; not that she was sure she had one to go back to anymore. Tucking away side notes in the shape of memories, Sadiya made her way across the ever busy streets towards the center of London, moving with the swell of the crowds keeping a pace that kept her focused. She had a certain five years biting at her eyelids and twenty-four hours to do anything that kept every single one of them away.