With floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, your high-rise apartment offers front-row seats to the nightlife below.

Neon and ambient glows mingle as vehicles whiz by and breezes sway the trees. And every time Simon comes to visit, he lays in bed with you, observing the tiny figures carrying on their lives without awareness of the observers above.

With his head on your chest, he points out one lighted window. "That one there—I'd wager he's a right bastard who cheats on his missus."