melladoree

As I slink out of my empty bath tub dripping with water and creep through the dark apartment my mind wanders

What could make a noise so loud?

Surely there is a dead animal on my balcony, having been tossed there by some crazed person

I search the apartment for signs of anything knocked over, broken or battered

I see Wintress content and sleeping on her yoga mat.

I stand in front of the fan, hot and lightheaded from my hot bath.

I wonder why there is never a loud noise in the room I occupy, but always in the room one over.