Thursday 22 October 2009

Upstairs

I'm writing this because I can't sleep.

Someone is dropping coins a floor upstairs. Heavy, loud coins are being dropped, rolled around and picked again. Sometimes it's a coin and sometimes it's a lot of them. Sometimes they sounded like marbles and sometimes it scratched at every corner of my ceiling.

It's two in the morning and it has been going on for two hours now.

I don't want to go upstairs and complain, because it will be the same old stale story: some dead kid who like to play coins in the middle of the night used to live there and stuff like that.

Why can't it be sex noises instead?

 

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