No matter how thick the walls, apartment living brings with it a great deal of noise; slammed doors, children screaming, the thump of furniture being moved, taps running et al. Now and then you are startled by unusual noises. Perhaps not entirely unusual but at least I have been rarely woken up by les sons d'amour.
Last week the night air was unexpectedly warm and I had trouble staying asleep. Sometime around 2:30 am, the low murmur of a man and woman conversing. For a moment, it seemed to come from outside my flat. By the time my mind had adjusted to the fact that it was the people next door, the unmistakable sound of a woman just before la petite morte. Then more soft conversation and silence. I was both embarrassed and amused, my neighbours ignorant of me next door presumably went back to sleep.
When I water my plants, I often catch glimpses of the apartment next door (the apartments have a slatted divider). Last week the bedroom progressed from strewn suitcases to a new bed with peach sheets. It appears it was fittingly inaugrated.
Last week the night air was unexpectedly warm and I had trouble staying asleep. Sometime around 2:30 am, the low murmur of a man and woman conversing. For a moment, it seemed to come from outside my flat. By the time my mind had adjusted to the fact that it was the people next door, the unmistakable sound of a woman just before la petite morte. Then more soft conversation and silence. I was both embarrassed and amused, my neighbours ignorant of me next door presumably went back to sleep.
When I water my plants, I often catch glimpses of the apartment next door (the apartments have a slatted divider). Last week the bedroom progressed from strewn suitcases to a new bed with peach sheets. It appears it was fittingly inaugrated.
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