Rooftops at Night

Haven't posted on here for a while! So, I'll post a short flash fiction :)

Venturing out onto the moonlit streets, the rooftops, getting high from our own company, the sights - we stand. We stand looking out over the city, quiet at 5:15am, apart from the faint sound of birds awakening from their slumber. The threatening light of dawn approaches, touching our swollen, sleepless eyes. Holding hands, we watch - maybe not this dawn - but perhaps in the next 10, 20, 30 dawns to come, we will figure out what we want. But for now, our company was enough, as the pale yellow fingers of the sun tightened it's grip from the darkness of the night.