She wakes up at 5 in the morning just as the garbage trucks pass by on the rain covered streets that have never looked more jaded
She steps out of her salt shaker house wearing a sweater and a broach that her mother gave to her long ago
The city skyline is visible over the brick apartment buildings
They're all the same
She starts her commute on a city bus that takes her through the slums
She sees all of the little children who are woken up by their parents only to be shipped off to day care so their father can do anything to get their family income