All she wants is a love to call her own and a room with a view: a view of skyscrapers and city streets, of cobblestones and petit balconies, of pastel-coloured buildings resting along aged roads. She looks out beyond a rectangular piece of glass and sees a pathway leading to the ocean. There, where the stone meets the sand lie blue mosaic tiles glistening like jewels in the sun.  This is where she writes.